I'm happy to hear that your wife has been receiving a lot of support. There have been times in this thread and others that I have wanted to say . . . I hope that life brings you some "olive jello" moments in the days ahead.
However, I haven't because no one would know what I meant and would probably just take it as confirmation that they were correct in doubting my sanity.
So, I'm going to explain an "olive jello" moment to you and everyone else so that I can freely wish you and others an "olive jello" moment. Here goes:
My father was a brittle diabetic who underwent three amputations prior to his passing. Although we knew the end was near, it came much quicker than we thought. Consequently, I was the only family member with him when he passed.
Prior to that, I had always been the person who "got the call". So, the morning of his funeral; I was a mess. Not only was I saying my final goodbye to a wonderful, loving father; but the memory of his death wasvery fresh in my mind.
If anyone had told me that morning that my tears of sorrow would turn into tears of laughter later in the day, I probably would have slapped them. However, that's exactly what happened.
My church offers a funeral dinner where they supply the meat, potatoes, hot veggie, and drinks. Members are called on a rotating basis and asked to bring deviled eggs, salads, and desserts.
The immediate family is the first to go through the serving line. When I got to the salad/dessert section, I saw a huge bowl of lime jello that was liberally laced with green olives. Now, even if I didn't detest green olives; there is no way they should be combined with lime jello.
Any food that is left over is sent home with the family. It looked like only one person was brave enough to taste the olive jello. So, there was a lot of that left. As I carried that bowl into my mother's home, I wondered who in my church disliked my family enough to give us olive jello.
Later that day, when we decided to eat a bit of supper; I wanted to throw out that olive jello. But, my mother wouldn't hear of it. She was always raised that no throws out food.
So, she took a serving of it and my oldest brother decided to join her. As they sat there trying to eat thatolive jello, the expressions on their faces had me smiling more and more. When my mother finally said, "It tastes like a cat peed in it. Throw it out" . . . I started laughing so hard that I was crying.
Since then, I have wondered who in my church loves my family enough to give us olive jello because along with the sad memories; I will always have the olive jello memory.
Life can often throw some tough things our way. So, that's why I often tell others (and am now telling you) that I hope life also brings some "olive jello" moments to help offset the bad.