It has been a whirlwind couple of weeks. My beloved mother in law passed away, and I flew back home for the first time in 14 years for her funeral. I am one of those lucky guys that truly loved my mother in law. She was one of the sweetest, most gentle, funny, happy, caring people I ever knew. She loved all her children equally, and adored her sons and daughters in law. She was one of those people that would sit in a corner quietly, but still shine so brightly. I truly and honestly loved her, and I miss her terribly.

Going back home, albeit for 48 hours, was a dream. I still don’t believe it happened. I landed on the Wednesday at 2:00 pm, and left on Friday at 2:00 pm. The funeral, the family gathering afterwards; it’s a blur, a dream I hope that I will soon wake from. My beautiful wife is devastated, but she tries to remain strong. I have shed my tears from mum, but I need to be strong for my wife, for a change. She is always there for me, especially since my health issues began in 2006. Now it’s my turn to be strong for her.

Now we are back home and we try to get back into the momentum that is out lives. It is not easy, but we must continue to live.