Continuing on, because it is all weighing heavily at the moment, I am sitting here feeling like a prize sh*t and have been since the call. As I mentioned, she and I have never gotten along, but somewhere deep inside we did love each other. Lately it has been WAY deep, because we haven't even been talking. Dad and I have been at odds since March because of it, and hadn't talked since. Now it is too late to patch things up with her.
Dad and I talked a few minutes ago, and nothing was mentioned about all the ickiness that has been going on, the not talking because of me being upset with her. All that disappeared, but I didn't want this to be the reason we started talking yet.
They arrived home about 10 or so this morning, and she told him she was tired and was going to bed and would see her later. When he went to check on her because she'd been in there so long, it was too late. Dad said the coroner says it appears she went to sleep and just didn't wake up. Dad will be calling her heart doctor in the morning to see what he might be able to tell what happened. She was 36.
We were unwinding after taking MIL to the airport, having a few bottles of beer and watching a dvd. I'd only had three, but didn't think I should make the 78 mile trip after them. We will head to mom's in the morning. Mom will have people with her tonight and dad is staying at his brother's.
I'm aware I am in shock, and maybe it will seem real tomorrow. Maybe.
Thanks everyone for listening.