It has taken me a while to get back into a routine, and I guess I'm still floundering but I wanted to report that my MIL has passed. It was all very bizzare and I ache for my husband and my children.... and for myself. I'm trying to keep things moving and not just bog down but I feel so lost. What could possibly be more important than helping someone prepare to meet God? Dishes, dinner, silly MK&A movies? I feel like nothing I do now can compare to that and I am also looking back and see all the things I didn't do that I could have done for her, I feel I have failed her to some measure and I guess I'm babbling. TNH has always been a source of comfort for me even though I rarely post, so thanks everyone for making my homepage a happy place in such dark times.