I’m lucky I have lovely in-laws whom I’m really genuinely fond of. We get on well together. We can sit in a room and chat, or sit quietly together each busy with a book in hand. When we go out, we like pottering in bookshops and garden centers without getting bored. They also religiously visit and stay with us in Cornwall every summer for at least a week and also come down and spend Christmas with us, I’m afraid though that, that is about to end.
As I type this, they are down stairs in the lounge reading their books. When they stay with us, we gladly give up our bedroom for them. This visit though, they opted to stay in the lounge where we have a sofa bed. The reason for this is because my mother-in-law now struggles with going up the stairs.
They are well into their mid 80s now and are used to living in an old people’s home where they have their own flat. It really saddened me when they announced that they weren’t coming over for Christmas. They didn’t say that this was going to be their last visit, but sadly, my husband thinks that is the case, though I’m really hoping that he is wrong. If he is, then we’re going to have to just come on over then and visit them (which we do anyway), but it’s also nice having them around for a visit.
I don’t really like the word “end” or “endings, who does anyway? American Sci-fi writer Frank Herbert (known for writing the famous novel Dune) once said:
There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.
I’d like to make my own version of that quote:
There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story and pick up another one.
Here is the story then. A lovely elderly couple who used to visit their son and his family down in Cornwall has now decided to turn the table. Their son and his family will now visit them regularly.
My word of the week: In-laws
What about you? Are you also close to your in-laws if you have one?