Not long after that, hospice cars and family cars lined the street outside the doctor's home. I heard from a neighbor that the doctor died in his sleep. The news that he died peacefully didn't surprise me. With his ability to be kind and joyful despite pain, I figured he had already arrived wherever it was he was wanting to go.
My mother was raised to find a good husband. In her era, it was important that she know how to clean a house, plan a party and be a good spouse to the executive she was going to marry someday. Her Christmas activities were to have my dad's boss over for dinner, wrap all the gifts and always keep the house tidy and welcoming. She was the demure little housewife that everyone called his 'better half'.