We just got the news today that my sister in law died from liver failure. This is the sister in law who has been drunk for the last 30 years, and stopped drinking last summer, after receiving a warning from her doctor that if she let one more drop of alcohol pass her lips, she would (not might, WOULD) die. Now, I don't know yet whether she actually took a drink, but I do know that she didn't go to AA, or therapy, or take any of the steps she needed to understand why she drank or to get sober. She was a dry drunk, and a mean, bitter, nasty one at that. mother in law, brother in law, and my other sister in law are devastated. mother in law has cancer and she's turning 84 years old on Saturday, and she just doesn't need this sort of grief when she already has so much pain to deal with. husband kept away from sister in law for the most part, so we weren't that close. And dead sister in law lit into difficult child like gangbusters on Christmas day, to the point that my full-grown 18-year-old man-child wept like a baby in the corner for an hour. I feel so sad that she never managed to find and fight the demons inside her, angry that my difficult child will be haunted by the cruelty from his favourite aunt, with no opportunity for her to mend fences now...but mostly I just feel numb. What a terrible terrible waste.