My mother-in-law was a woman who exuded dignity, respect, and honor. A special kind of reverence washed over me every time I was in her presence. She was noble; full of integrity—a no-nonsense type of woman, which is why I was so baffled at how much she enjoyed hearing, “LaRae Stories.”
I amused her, I suppose. Never before had she known someone as clueless as me. Coming from her, I always took that as a compliment.
Case in point: When my MIL was in the hospital recovering from surgery on her stomach, Hubby and I went to visit her. Two of her daughters were there (my sisters-in-law), . . . aww, they are such good children, always there to see to her needs, talk to her, listen to her, and egg me on.
Her room was full of family. I felt lucky they let me in through marriage. My MIL’s…
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