It was my niece, calling from outside my sister's house in 30 degree weather. Inside the police were talking to my sister who was quite hysterical. My brother-in-law Jim lay dead on the floor, where the paramedics had laid him in a vain attempt at CPR.
They had spent the day in Las Vegas. On the way home they passed a cemetery. Jim had waived and jokingly said "Not yet." He was tired when they got home, and went to bed.
She tried to wake him at 9 o'clock and couldn't. She called the Paramedics who put him on the floor to do CPR. It was too late.
My niece went back into the house to be with my sister who was quite hysterical. She kept saying it was her fault because she didn't wake him earlier.
I tried to call back to speak to her, my niece wouldn't let me. She said my sister was in no shape to talk, and the police were still there.
Their marriage gave my sister the most happiness she'd ever had in her life. They were soulmates. He was father to my neice, grandfather to my niece's children, a devoted brother-in-law to me.
I can't stop crying. I'd spoken to him via instant message the night before when he sent me pictures he'd just gotten of his birth family, the family he never knew until I found them for him only a month ago.
I am worried about my sister. She isn't well, herself. A special chapter closed, and it will be very hard to be alone. I am posting this here because my sister doesn't want anything posted on Facebook, and I ask for your prayers.
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