My mother-in-law lost her battle with cancer yesterday afternoon, news I kept from the boys while they ran around the neighborhood with friends trick-or-treating and enjoying a night of childhood oblivion. Brenda spent two long years fighting her illness and by her lengthy passing you can tell she’s a woman who doesn’t give up easily.
At seven and four, my boys are too young to be less one grandparent but old enough to have a small store of sweet memories of her. Brenda was a strong woman who loved her family with the deepest parts of her heart and spent her healthiest days tending to them with great care. I adored her humor and her cooking and the way she unfailingly cherished my boys.
I will tell them today after school.