My father-in-law passed away yesterday. He was 80 years old. We think that he knew it was coming, because he and my mother-in-law had been talking about it in the preceding days. He told her that when the time came, he wanted it to be just the two of them alone. He didn’t want anyone else with them. That’s just how it happened. Just the two of them. Just what he wanted. He passed quietly and sweetly.
I got the call about an hour and a half later. I had been in Utah for five days by then, but Jason was still in Taipei. So I made the four hour drive from Salt Lake City to Panguitch alone to be with my mother-in-law.
When I arrived at her home, I knocked on the door and the quietly walked in. I found my mother-in-law lying on her bed, awake. So I laid down next to her, in my father-in-law’s spot and the two of us talked for a long time. She did most of the talking while I listened. I shed most of the tears. I’m a crier, she’s not. We talked about the dignified way that he passed. We talked about the way that Glen was friends with everyone, even the down-trodden and friendless. We laughed as we reminisced. My mother-in-law was holding up incredibly well for what she had just been through. I’ll cherish that time I was able to spend with her; just the two of us, on the bed.
My father-in-law was a big, jolly, cowboy Santa Claus type man. He could talk to anyone about anything and he had the ability to make anyone feel like they were instant buddies; like they had known each other all their lives. He was a good man and he will be greatly missed.
So rest in peace Glen B. Hale. Until we meet again.