ellebelle

My husbands father died last night. I am (was) closer to him than I could have ever been to my biological father. He was definately a great guy. He never once in all my 15 years with Sean looked at me crosseyed when I would cuss (which is a lot) or say off the wall shit. He would just carry on the conversation like nothing. I have only heard him cuss a couple of times. He was saying "shit" when he was in pain in a hospital here in Portland. I think I heard him say damn once when he was on the phone with his daughter. My kids were crying their eyeballs out last night. My husband even cried a little. I only wanted to cry because they were crying. I feel that he is in a better place on the other side. He's not in pain anymore. I hope he visits us. I cried when Seans mother died- and she was often mean to me. I don't know why I can not cry for Seans father. I just feel he's better off now. Ya know?