Last Sunday my wifes mother came down from Oshkosh for my grandsons baptism.
On her way home she was killed in an accident not far from home, to say my family was devastated would be an understatement.
Well The logistics of grief were taken care of. hotel rooms booked, family rounded up, funeral prepared. Then after arriving I got sick and ended up spending the day of the funeral in the hotel room while my family went to the funeral.
My wife understands but I still feel like a jerk.
Why am I ranting on fubar? I guess just to release some of the guilt :-/ Im weird that way.
Coot
