One of my favorite people died this week. She was my former mother-in-law. I knew her for fifty years. After my divorce, we remained close. I visited her whenever I was in Detroit and spoke on the phone frequently. She was a listener. I recall her giving unsolicited advice once. My mother was dying and she was afraid I was taking on too many responsibilities. I explained why I made the choices I did and she supported me. She was devoted to my children and to her greatgrandchildren. Hearing about them were her favorite stories. We loved each other unconditionally.
I miss her.