2013, Part 2. Or..."The Truth isn't Always a Clear Cow"
In July of 2013, just after I returned from Michigan, my sweet mother in law Jeanne died after too long of a time with Alzheimers. She who in the end, knew none of us, had taught me so many things. Like how to properly fold shirts and hang clothes on the line and to use all the leftovers. Our children taught her to say "I love you" out loud. We knew she loved all of us, but it wasn't something freely said to her when she was little, so maybe she didn't feel comfortable with it. She taught me the importance of writing letters and for a long time, we got a letter from her every week. I didn't write back as much as I should have either. Oh those regrets we always have when someone dies. I never liked her Christmas bread, Stollen , which was like fruit cake but I never told her...instead I just took it to work with me and the staff seemed to enjoy it. We always loved her cookies though and she sent them every year until she became ill. Sometimes, it's o