Today is my mother in law's funeral. We've been together for 45 years. I had a good one. She was always kind and supportive of me.
Her daughters and I were there when she passed. She will be missed.
I had the honor of escorting her down the aisle at one of the granddaughter's wedding. The first wedding after my father in law passed away. (Thus my somber expression.)
The day after my daughter's wedding a lot of the family met for breakfast. She was cold so I was pulling her sweater up a little higher. She thought I was trying to "pick at her" when she was talking. While I did pick at her all the time, not this particular morning.
My wife is the eldest daughter. I am the eldest son in law. We were the first to get married. Our daughter is the eldest grandchild. My son the the second grandchild and first grandson. We are the first family.
My in laws were only in their mid 30s when I came on the scene. The sisters were still fairly young. We all grew up together.