In Memory of My Mother-In-Law

This is just going to be a short blog to mark the occasion of the one year anniversary of the passing of my mother-in-law. One year ago today, right around this time of the afternoon, she was saying her last good-byes. I know that people seem to think better of a person after they have passed on. But for me, I don't know, I always got along with her. She was a strong-minded, loving, but frail lady.
She had suffered from rhuematoid arthritis for over four decades. Added to that was Parkinson's Disease, Cancer, and Osteoperosis. The woman carried on through it all until the last few years of her life with grace and very few complaints.
I named my daughter after her...it is spelled differently (she was Raffaela, and my daughter is Raphaella), but it was only because I didn't know how to spell it at the time...lol. BTW, my daughter's middle name is my mom's name.
Tomorrow we are off to the Cape to visit my father-in-law. He has decided to sell his house (though he still lives there now) and move in with a friend to share expenses. Sigh, I remember being about 12 or 13 and thinking, "I can't even imagine my life when I am 30." Now I think, "what is my life going to be like when I am say 50? or 60?" Will I even still be here? Nobody knows when our time will come. That is why it is so important to make the most of what you have and be thankful for it as well. I am so greatful to God for everyone in my life. They are there for a reason, my friends, family members, those with us and not, all for a reason. Mine is not to question the why only to make the best of it all I guess.
Well, here is to you, Raffaela may you be in peace. You were a great mother-in-law to me, mother to my husband, and grandmother to my children. You are still missed deeply.

Nightmare

My "Monsters"
Ok, so this blog is definately going to be one that I need to vent on. So buckle up buttercup! My "new" neighbors are continuing to make my life a living hell. I worked a nine hour shift on Saturday, drove home in a scorching car (my a/c died a few weeks ago), and climbed up three flights of stairs to be greeted with a note taped to my door. I warily took it and went into my house.


Once I took a shower and settled down in my room in the air conditioning, I opened the letter. It was from the chick who lived under me. She started out by saying I'm a bad mother, then she proceeded to tell me why. My daughter called one of the kids on the first floor (this gals' mother lives on the 1st floor with her foster kids) a name. I had heard her do it and told her to stop and she did. Then my son keeps "touching" her kids toys...yeah! To put them away so they aren't strewn all over the yard at my order!


Then she went on to say how loud we are up here and there is to much banging and slamming of doors...that is rich! I purposely DON'T slam my door because I can hear how loudly it echos in the hallways!


The bottom line to all of this is those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones! She is every bit as loud if not more so (hammering at 9pm, moving and dropping furniture at 10 pm, driving her mothers car without a license and getting into an accident with it, locking her kids outside all day long (yeah..for real)..ect ect ect)!


But I don't choose to call her a bad parent or call the landlord every other day to complain! But I have to admit I was in tears after reading that letter. Why do people have to be so mean?


Well, I feel a bit better for now anyway!