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Not A Laughing Type Day Over Here

I'll tell ya'll about the MRI and the results tomorrow. We found out this morning that our beloved Papa Merlin (my MIL's father) passed away this morning. He was 86 years old and God bless him, one of the sweetest men I've ever met.

When I married into this family, I was so blessed to be welcomed in. Papa was always so much fun to hang out with and talk to about anything really. To hear him sing with the kids on his lap? It would bring tears to your eyes.

I'm saddened that the new baby will never have met her Great Papa. Oh but the stories we'll have for her. She'll know who her Papa Merlin was. The boy was very sad to hear the news when he got home from school. He ran from me, went into the kitchen and sat at the counter crying. I couldn't move, I was crying so hard, for him, my mother in law, for us. He recovered and launched into a matter of fact conversation about death and the funeral. The girl is sad but being only 4, she goes back and forth between hugging and loving on Gramma and singing her princess songs.

Amazing how life goes on as it seems to be falling apart around you.

He's forever in our hearts and will be missed so very much.

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