SoCalGalcas wrote:Going to talk with a lawyer today. Has to do with my son who has cancer. I want to make sure that his wife gets his share of my estate when I die. I like her very much and she has been a good wife.
Lyn
Lyn, your son's wife is surely blessed to have a mother-in-law like you. This is a lovely story, thanks for sharing. I, too, was blessed to have a wonderful mother-in-law. She did not leave me anything in her estate (which was perfectly fine, nor did I expect anything, she didn't have much).
But while she was living, we would take my children (and my dog - she always loved dogs) on wonderful long trips, and leave the (now long-time ex) husband at home.
One time, when my children were small, we loaded everything up in my station wagon and headed out from California to Vermont (oh, my, do I still love the beauty of Vermont). We were gone for several weeks (I forget how long), and made a stop in Pennsylvania where she had family that she had not seen in decades, before continuing on to the Green Mountain State (Vermont - Vert [green] mont [mountain] is French, I think).
My dog, an American Pit Bull Terrier, was a true sweetheart, a good traveler, and one of the great loves of my life. I weep for her still, just writing this. . .
It was October, and getting quite cold. One of the first nights we spent in Vermont was at a slightly run-down bed and breakfast sort of place. LOL. In actuality, it was really just a guest house in someone's back yard (I had not known this when I booked it). When we arrived, well after dark, we were a bit dismayed to find that there was only one bed for the five of us (five, counting dog). It was kind of in a rural area, and I was just too tired to move on to find something better. So I made my kids and - I think my daughter was about four years old, and my son about three - a bed on the floor using sleeping bags and blankets from my car.
Although my mother-in-law loved dogs, I could see that she had been more than a bit hesitant with my dog during our long drive from California to Vermont, probably due to all of the negative press Pitties have always received, from that day to this. Since I could see she was hesitant, I was careful with my dog (who was well-trained, to the point that I could easily use hand signals with her) because I wanted my Mother in law to be comfortable around her, and happy and in our journey. I could tell that my Mother in law appreciated this.
I settled my dog at my feet on the floor and went to sleep.
The next morning -
INSTANT PANIC. I
could not find my dog, in this tiny room-and-a-bathroom space. I leapt out of bed, calling her name, looked in the bathroom, under the bed, flung open the door and looked outside, now screaming her name in panic.
Nothing! Where was she? What had happened to her?? Had someone let her outside without my knowing???
My mother-in-law was a bit of a heavy sleeper, and all of my rushing around, loudly calling for my dog had finally awakened her. She muttered something sleepily, I looked at her, she had a slight smile on her face as she pulled back her covers.
There was my sweet dog, curled tight against my mother-in-laws side (the position my dog often slept with me); both of them warm, comfy, and snug-as-bugs-in-a-rug.
My relief was so great that I very nearly burst into tears. My Mother-in-law said something to the effect that it was too cold for her (my dog) on the floor, she wanted up, so my Mother-in-law let her in. She said that they both had had a very good sleep - I was glad to hear it, because sleeping on the floor had been very cold!!
After that, my Mother-in-law never had any further concerns about my sweet Pittie girl for the rest of my dog's life. They became best buddies, and always seemed happy to see one another.
Happy January, everyone. Hope all of you are staying warm, and safe - and dry.
Thanks for reading.
Anne