Many years ago, my mother-in-law (MIL) served as the primary caregiver for her elderly mother. MIL visited her mom multiple times a week, helping her buy groceries, doing her laundry, and things of that nature. After a few years of providing assistance, her mother passed away and was laid to rest.
Many years after all of this happened, I entered the picture. At some point, MIL related this history to me – how much time she had spent with her mother, caring for her and helping out. MIL capped the story off by throwing her arms wide, as if performing on stage in a musical, and gleefully exclaimed:
“When my mother died, I felt like I’d been born again.”
As she recounted this, her eyes lit up. Joy crossed her face.
Nowhere was there any grief at the loss of her mother.
Just sheer joy at getting her life back.