It’s been forty days since my father-in-law passed on. It was the most quiet forty days of our lives at home. Too quiet because no one coughs almost all the time. Him coughing was both a bad and a good thing. Bad because we know he’s not well, and good because it assures us that he’s still there. Jeff asked me to give a eulogy for his father. I choked-cried-choked while reading a print out of this during the mass. Up until today, I still cry when I read this.