Posted: Mar 11, 08 7:34pm
My youngest son's wife Misty Marie was the daughter that I never thought I would have. Most people thought we were mother and daughter rather than in-laws. Several times she told me that I was more of a mother to her than her biological or step mother. I loved the role.
One horrible night we lost Misty to a freak car accident. I knew when I saw her in the bed hooked up to life support that we had lost her.
I went to the restroom at the hospital to compose myself before going back to the waiting room where the rest of the family waited.
While in the restroom I distinctly felt like someone had punched my right thigh. Always the joker, this is just the kind of thing that MIsty would do to get my attention. I said "OK, Misty, I know it's you and I know you're OK. We love you and will miss you. Help me take care of Michael."
I went back out to the waiting room and sat down beside my husband. I didn't say a thing to him or anyone else about what had just happened. Two or three minutes later he jumped in the chair. I asked him what was wrong and he said. "Someone just punched my right thigh!" I was the only one sitting anywhere close to him at the time. Or was I?
