My father-in-law died a little while back, and we drove the 10 hours to Appalachia for the funeral. He'd had brain cancer for about a year, and was unable to stand up or to recognize his daughter for months, so it wasn't a surprise.
What was a surprise was that my mother-in-law asked me to deliver the eulogy. You might think she asked because I knew Fred well. And you'd be wrong. Fred wasn't an especially easy person to know, and in the 10 years I'd been married to his daughter, we certainly hadn't become close.
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