Yesterday, while he was home, my husband called his mother and spoke to her for a while. I could tell by his voice that something was upsetting him but because the conversation was in Chinese I couldn't tell what he was saying. When he got off the phone I asked him if everything was okay and he just brushed me off. Never a good sign.
Well I put it out of my head and figured I'd ask him later. I did some more unpacking, entertained my son, did laundry...the usual. Then I woke up my husband for work and I asked him again if everything was okay with Ma (it's what we both call his mom). He told me that his dad wasn't doing so well. I asked him if his dad's health was just declining or if he were in the hospital again and he said that his dad was having dreams and nightmares of people who knew that are dead.
That's when it hit me. Was the man in the bathroom doorway my father-in-law? I asked my husband how tall his dad was before his stroke. My father-in-law was around 6 foot which is tall enough to fit the description especially since I was laying down when I saw him so he'd appear even taller...like he was filling the door frame. I also asked if my father-in-law used to wear a lot of hats and of course the answer was yes.
To me it fits. It just FEELS right. Of course this upset my husband and rightfully so I don't think he's ready to lose his dad. I'm hoping, for my husbands sake I'm wrong. If not I want Ma to come and stay with us and consider moving. She has a tough enough time taking care of herself and if dad passes away I don't want her to be alone.



