Tragedy comes in threes. Loss is infinite.

On Jan 31 my mother-in-law died. She had gone into the hospital several days earlier with what started with a bad head cold, and progressed to pneumonia. Complications with her Diabetes caused us to not be able to speak with her after she was admitted.

I can't find the words to describe what an awful experience it was. The worst part is not being able to talk about it with anyone. It was such a horrific experience that no one sane would want to be told, and the people who I experienced it with don't want to relive it.

Now we are living with the loss every day. Rosie, my mother-in-law, was supposed to move in with us. My wife was looking forward to it. Rosie and my wife would text each other throughout the day, every day. Now the silence is deafening.

My wife and I with some help started cleaning out Rosie's apartment. After much work, my wife couldn't bear to be in the apartment anymore. She said it was like we were trying to erase her mom's existence. I agree. It was hard enough for me, I can't imagine what it must be like for her.

Now most of the work is done. There are still boxes that we need to go through, and bits of her estate to clean up, but it is mostly done. Now there's just the healing, and the living through each day without her.

Each day without her.

Loss is infinite.