Death

My father-in-law passed away this week. However, I just can't be sad for him. I've tried, but I can't shed a tear.

My father had cancer and slowly died over a two-year period. He was so weak from treatments that he couldn't do anything he wanted to do. He was so out of it by the last two months that he wasn't really there. He suffered in the hospital for his last few days. We held his hand as he drew his last breath. We saw the color leave his face as his spirit left his body.

My father-in-law came to our house the day before he died and grabbed an old lawnmower. He called my wife and joked around. He died in his sleep that night.

I would much rather go like my father-in-law: Do what I want every day and just die in my sleep one night. My wife is sad that she didn't get to say goodbye, but I'm not. Like I said, I'm glad he went the way he did and I cannot feel bad about his death.