The emptiness of George’s departure permeates their residence, his presence enduring in the shirt Mariana grips nightly. However, it wasn’t his passing that devastated her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s insistence on inheriting his wealth. When she reluctantly agreed, an unexpected twist left Susan enraged and Mariana strangely content.
Progressing past the death of a dear one is always challenging. At times, I still sense my husband George’s voice echoing in my mind. I awaken holding his cherished shirt, his fragrance still clinging to the material. Yet, as I mourned him, my stepdaughter’s actions… they utterly broke me…
I am Mariana, aged 57, wed to the kindest man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, aged 34, from an earlier marriage.
Our bond with Susan was once good. She addressed me as “Mom” and filled the gap in my heart from not bearing my own children. I never viewed her as “another’s” child. I cherished her as my own daughter, truly.
When Susan wed her chosen partner, George and I were thrilled. But then, everything deteriorated when George received a terminal cancer diagnosis.
Susan’s visits reduced from weekly to monthly, then ceased entirely. She seldom visited her father, occasionally phoning to inquire about his health.
One day, she posed a question that tore me apart. “How long does he have left?”
Clutching the phone tightly, my voice shook. “Susan, your father isn’t an item with an expiration date.”
“I just need to know, Mom. I’m swamped, you know that… I can’t come by often,” she responded.
“Swamped?” I repeated, my tone filled with disbelief. “Too swamped to visit your dying father?”
She exhaled deeply. “Look, I’ll attempt to come soon, okay?”
But that “soon” never materialized.
Then, the dreaded day arrived. The hospital informed me that George had passed away peacefully.
I was devastated, barely able to stand as the reality sank in. My beloved George, gone.
Shockingly, Susan didn’t attend his funeral. When I called her, she promptly excused herself.
“I’m expecting, Mom,” she stated, her tone strangely indifferent. “The doctors advised against lengthy travel due to some medical concerns.”
I swallowed hard, holding back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you wish to bid him farewell one last time?”
“I can’t jeopardize my baby’s health,” she curtly replied. “You understand, right?”
I didn’t, not truly, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, dear. Take care.”
As I sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t dismiss the notion that our relationship had irrevocably changed.
Six months post-George’s death, I was startled by a loud knock at my door. Opening it, I saw Susan and her husband Doug, along with a severe-looking man in a suit.
Susan entered without greeting. “Mom, we need your signature on some documents.”
Baffled, I blinked. “Which documents?”
Doug handed me a stack of papers, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. They’re for transferring all the properties into our names.”
Farmer finds newborn calf freezing in the snow — and saves his life with a hot tub
Many animals are vulnerable to the risks of cold weather, just like people are. They are susceptible to conditions like hypothermia and frostbite, so it is always encouraging when people go above and beyond to keep them warm.
Like the farmer who used a really creative and surprising solution to improvise and rescue the life of a freezing baby cow.
Dean Gangwer farms in Rossville, Indiana, and he raises cattle there. In 2015, Dean came upon a surprising new addition to his property on a chilly morning.
He had no idea that one of his cows had given birth in the middle of the night. Sadly, she gave birth to her calf on top of a mound of snow, and the little one was now freezing.
Dean struggled to keep his eyes open and could see that the calf was breathing heavily. In an attempt to save the cow, he raced it to his house.
Using his knowledge of cattle, he determined that the calf required a hot bath. and Dean just so happened to have his hot tub, the ideal cow-sized bath, ready to go!
As strange as it may sound, the strategy was a huge success.
Leroy and I had a wonderful bath for an hour after I got in fully clothed and held him up to prevent him from drowning, Dean said WRTV. “We both came out warm and I think the end story’s going to be great for him.”
Warm, warming blankets were put around the farmer’s calf following that calming jacuzzi session.
The calf’s name is Leroy. The cow was soon prepared to rejoin the herd when his body temperature stabilized.
While the farmer’s decision to share his hot tub with the cows was a thoughtful and quick decision that helped rescue the small cow, he says that it won’t happen often.
“Leroy has concluded his hot-tubbing,” he declared. “His days in the hot tub are definitely over, but he may still sunbathe occasionally in the grass in the future.”
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