FIL passed away this morning. He would've been 96 in three weeks. He was reasonably healthy until this spring.

DH is already there, I'll be heading out soon. Sadly, DH is the only one in the immediate family who has the slightest coping skills or willingness to accept help, and he can only do so much without threatening his own mental health. It's been pretty surreal ever since FIL went into heart failure in May and then developed delirium in the hospital. I'm a bit removed from all of it, but if you can spare a few serene thoughts for DH, MIL and SIL, I'm sure anything will help.