Where's the other boot?

My Father in law died as he turned Seventy. Not the day before or the day after but right smack bang on the anniversary of his birth. I felt it was poetic and after the pain he'd gone through over the five years prior, I felt it was a good thing for him to finally be at the end of it. My husband did not cope well. He may feel he did, he will most likely tell you he did but he did not. There is much to that tale and I won't go into it right now but suffice to say that the years my Father in law suffered pain of unknown origins before being diagnosed with cancer and those that came after the diagnosis were fairly instrumental in the breakdown of my marriage.

Now for the sad stuff

JC was such a joy to be with. We had our moments where we weren't friends but they were few and far between. Overall he did as he was asked, he was cheeky but not naughty and it was rare I had to reprimand him. We went to playgroups, toy library, visited people we'd met who had children and generally filled our days together. Only on Saturday mornings did I work at my father's business so JC was pretty much my world. His father, my husband worked all week and played sport most weekends. He had a side job gardening on Sundays so it was mostly just JC and I. We were content with that.