Remembering

 My late mother-in-law, Marion Boutlier, past away on March 29 in 2012. I remember Theresa waking me up at 1:15 in the morning asking me to help her. I won't go into the tragic details, but Marion passed away from a sudden heart attack. She was 65 years old.

It's not funny how quickly life passes you by. I can't believe I've been at the same job for over a year now. I haven't found anyone nice yet. Hopefully, one day, I will. I just don't know when I can stomach using Tinder once more. It's awful.

Marion's sister Bernice would die the day before in a Prince Edward Island hospital. And a scant 8 years later, Theresa would die. I've come a long way since my beloved Theresa past away.

I feel like I've grown and matured substantially. My eyes have been opened to the world around me - and the so-called people who used to call me friends. The family too. Such a useless collection of selfish assholes. No more. All they wanted was money and they drained that tank quickly. Good riddance.

Moving on. 

Moving Marion in a wheelchair became a necessity once she reached 60. Her legs and back were in really awful shape. She was a nurse back in the day, and had worn out her body so much by lifting heavy patients - she needed 3 back surgeries. 

The hell that poor woman and Theresa went through was unimaginable. Even now, I shake my head in disbelief. I never, ever betrayed either of them. And still now, I stand watch, in my memories, dedicated to being a good man, decent, honest, and hard-working.

I want to make Theresa proud of me.

Hopefully.

💓

Chris