For Chet

It's hard to believe that a week has already gone by since we got the call from hospice telling us that my father-in-law died in his sleep. My emails from him are changing from the "on Thursday, on Friday..." to "last week" status. He always signed his emails "Cheers". The jokes he sent me that morning are still in my inbox. My last message to him remains unanswered.

He was 84 and he knew it was coming. He wanted to know exactly when the day would arrive, but of course those are the kinds of things we can never pinpoint. So, instead he planned the best he could by making sure every detail of his death would be covered: Cremation, burial, even his obit was written by him ahead of time.

Chet loved to write. When we met in 2003 and he learned that a small, independent press published my book in 1994, he told me it inspired him to finish his own and get it printed. He called it 'Seize the Carp' in it's first incarnation, and later changed the title to 'Chet Chat' when he revised it.

The cover describes it as:

Anthology of reminiscences, free verse, letters, whimsy, vignettes, opinions, observations and other stuff.

"A good bathroom book, for several reasons."....Clyde Womsley
"Fabulous coffee table book; big enough to cover stains and scratches."...B. Little
"Great Christmas gift; better than fruitcake."....Karen Stone

He was a WWII veteran, and a retired insurance salesman. He took up downhill skiing at the age of 50. His wife Betsy, married to him for 64 years, keeps telling me, "He had a great life. He did everything he wanted to do." And he did, as far as I know.

Even though we knew he had terminal cancer, we were taken by surprise when we got the call last Friday evening. He was stable for weeks. There was no sudden decline and bedside vigil. He laid down for a nap and didn't wake up.

The suddenness was hard for my husband. After a day of radiation and chemo, he was utterly exhausted when he learned that his dad died. He stayed awake the entire night grieving. Yet, I believe that by leaving us quickly, Chet was making sure that there was no need for hospitals or long, drawn-out goodbyes. Even in death he was courteous.

He didn't want a funeral or a memorial, just a small family gathering. Since he will be buried in the National Cemetery, we'll all be together then. Hopefully Rich will have all of this radiation and chemo business behind him and be feeling stronger by then. He has two weeks to go and then a scan to see if all of the super-sonic proton beams have done their job. I know that Chet is using any pull he now has on the other side to help Rich get through this last bit so that he can begin to recover.

We will all miss you, Chet. I'm not going to say goodbye, though. It's until I see you again. Till then, Cheers!