My sister-in-law Mac went in for a lay down earlier this evening, nothing unusual. My brother checked on her every hour or so, she'd fallen asleep watching tv. When he went in to check at 10:30, she had passed away. She was 62.
Billy's in shock. We're all in shock. No word on arrangements, of course. There's little chance I can get down there for the funeral. It's Winter, I'm broke, I'm on a walker, I don't have a car. I've emailed everyone and told everyone pertinent already. I just can't believe Mac's gone. I've gotta get some rest, as I have other battles to deal with tomorrow. And now a brother who's widowed and alone in his house in Jersey. It's the end of an era. She was the Little General of our family. The last person I thought would leave us so soon.
We'll miss you, Mac. Godspeed.