My first father-in-law died in the early hours of this morning. We knew it was coming because he has been very frail for quite some time, then last week he suffered a couple of strokes. Somehow though, no matter how much you are expecting it, when it actually happens it's still a huge shock.
I married his son when I was 18 and we went on to have three wonderful children together, but when the eldest was only 11, my husband died.
I remarried many years later, but we always stayed quite close. So much so, that Tim and I invited him and my two sisters-in-law to our wedding. That's why I call him my 'First' father-in-law, not my 'Ex' father-in-law.
My girls have taken it very hard. It's only 3 months since my own mum died, so they've lost their last remaining grandparents within a very short space of time.
With all this going on, I haven't been able to take my time over today's photo prompt, which is 'Fall'. I'm not happy with it, but here it is anyway ......
7 years ago