My father-in-law passed away today, the day after his 90th birthday and nearly 11 years after he lost his beloved wife, Pam. It was hard for him, living without her and fending for himself as his health deteriorated. When his health started to cause him problems he had to leave his long-term home and had to 'put up with' being in a nursing home - none of these steps along life's difficult highway were accepted easily by him, as age took its toll. It's not been easy for us, his family, either, as we watched and supported a loved parent growing old and becoming increasingly frail and helpless; however, we know that one day our own turn will come and we can only hope that our children will help ease any pain in the way that we hope we have done for our own parents. It's called growing up, but it takes time to come to terms with the fact that a generation has moved on and we're now on our own...