My father-in-law passed away this morning. My husband and his brothers are all somewhat relieved I think. My mother-in-law is oblivious. She was in the room when it happened, and this morning, she woke up, they moved her into the chair, and then opened the curtain to the empty bed where my father-in-law has lived the last few years. She didn't seem to notice the bed was empty, and hasn't asked about either her husband or "that guy in the bed over there" as she would occasionally refer to him when she was clearly forgetting everything about everyone. We talked to her for a while last night to try to distract her from what was going on in the other half of the room, but it was pointless, she wasn't paying attention to the phone, she was saying things that made no sense, she couldn't answer questions or follow the conversation. Although she did say she was thinking about starting all over, maybe she'd have a baby again! Eventually though, she just set the phone down and my sister-in-law picked up, so we got to talk to her for a while. They had asked my father-in-law multiple times if he wanted to go to the hospital where they could help him right away, make him feel better, etc., but he adamantly said no repeatedly. He was ready, and it was time. The last 11 years have been very hard on him, but I'm so happy that I've known him for 13 years -- that's two years of "normal" memories with him, before the sharp decline began. I'm glad his suffering is over and he is at peace. The world lost an interesting one today.
12-10-32 to 1-19-18.