I found out my ex-father in law died today. It was not expected. Fritz always was a tough guy. In fact I found out he knew he was dying and told no one, not even his son. When my ex-husband called me today, I was surprised to hear his voice because we have not communicated in a long time. We have remained on friendly terms, but just have not spoken in about 9 months. Right away he told me dad had died and I was in such shock, I had just talked to him the day before he died and I have not spoken to him in months too. I don't think it was any coincidence.

I just decided to call him out of the blue the other day because I had bad feeling about his my ex husband though some dreams I have been having. Nothing indicating his dad would die, just sorrow , without being able to remember what it was about each time. I kept telling my mother and aunt that I was having these sorrowful dreams about my ex husband and was worried about him.

So I called Fritz to see what was up and if Rick was doing OK. He told me Rick was doing great and everything was fine, only that his dog Rosco died. Fritz loved his animals. He was an animal lover just like myself. That was one of the things I liked about Fritz.

We had a nice long talk and he told me how much he loved me, and I likewise told him I loved him back. I told him that even though his son and I are divorced that I would always be a friend for him, and if he ever needed help I would be here to do that also. Fritz told me that meant a lot to him. He said he would not alway be here. I of course told him not to talk like that , he would probably out live all of us.

He died the next day. His son, my ex husband does not have one other living relative living. His dad was all he had. I feel so bad for him. At first I couldn't even cry. About an hour after the call, I took Mr.Mouse to the park for our daily run and while running with Mouse, I just started crying pools of tears. I had to get out of the park. I could not control the pain I was feeling for Rick losing his dad. I can tell Rick is having a hard time with this.

Fritz is in a better place right now. I don't feel bad for him. He was a good guy and he is OK. But Rick? I told him my family would always be his family and if he ever needed us, we would all be here. I could NEVER go back to Rick, it is long over and done. But we were married a long time and he is a good person.

I have had a stomach ache ever since I found out and I NEVER get sick. NEVER. I guess it is just the shock of it all. I am glad I made that call to Fritz, I am glad I listened to the still quiet voice inside. I was able to say good bye for the last time.

He lived alone and I guess called his long time friend that he was very sick and when the friend got there saw his coloring and rushed him to the hospital. He died three hours later due to something with gastritis. Fritz, born and raised in Germany, loved his beer.

Fritz is being cremated tomorrow and ashes thrown of the top of a mountain.

Bye dad, I love you, kiss the angels for me!