Last Thursday’s post was not supposed to be about the 40th anniversary of Quiet Riot’s Metal Health. Last Thursday’s post should have been a video of me giving a speech to my Toastmasters club. Except, I didn’t get to make that speech.

Tuesday afternoon, The Wife’s father was taken from his memory-care facility to the nearby hospital because he kept vomiting and they couldn’t get it stopped. Okay, not the first time the MCF sent him over there. He’d been over there for falls and COVID and other issues.

On our way to Toastmasters, the attending doc called The Wife. Bloodwork is good, but there are some troubling signs with some of the indicators. Possible organ failure. We let the club know we weren’t coming and went to go meet up with the family. We ended up at Brother-In-Law’s house with BIL, SIL, MIL, and The Wife. Another call with another doctor. Maybe not as bad. Possibly dehydration may be the reason for the oddness. They’ll keep him overnight and monitor. The Wife, MIL, and me go home.

0130 Wednesday morning – MIL wakes up The Wife and me. Hospital called and things are not looking good. Better get the family to the hospital. Not immediate, but pretty soon. The Wife and I logged into our work to knock out a few things until BIL and SIL woke up around three (we’re all early risers in this family). BIL and SIL pick us up and we head down to the hospital.

The Wife’s Father passed away at a quarter to seven on Wednesday morning.

The family is doing okay. He’d been in the memory-care facility for the last 18 months. They’d been down this road before with other family members. He’d been gone for them for awhile. Tears were shed. Words were spoken. The process began.

Life goes on. There’s no other choice.