I just wanted to comment on the strangest thing that I ever witnessed as being a daughter to JF, the one that made me see something that I didn't recognize deep inside of her. I can't comment much about the third husband, but I was in the hospital with JF when he had his leg amputated. A nurse came in and flipped the sheets back, exposing a stump- it wasn't bandaged. I backed out of the room, my stomach flipping, and started crying out in the hallway, I was horrified at the sight. JF came out, and was looking at me- studying me, completely emotionless.. and asked if I was ok, and I said that it overwhelmed me, I would get a drink, shake it off, and go in there and be strong for him- and to not tell him I was crying because we were there to comfort him, I didn't want his comfort. When I got back in the room, she was kinda.. fake crying.. he told me to come over, and he said tears are beautiful, never hide them from me. Your mother told me how you two were holding each other out in the hallway sobbing in each others arms, and I want you to know I'm ok, and not to worry about me.
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there he was, comforting us, and she took my emotions and adopted them. I have seen many things over the years, but that one time I saw someone different inside than my real mother.