My MIL died in 1990 from breast cancer and I miss her still. If ever someone was expressed through the entrance to heaven, it was Mary. She loved me every bit as much as her other three daughters. She raised a son that really knew and practiced how to be a good husband. I loved my mother but I was equally at home at Mary's if not more so.
Since I am now widowed and remarried, I have an equally wonderful husband who had the opposite kind of mother. Apparently she was into mind games. He tells me that when his mother died, his amazing first wife told him that the only reason he was going to the service was to make certain she was really gone. He agreed. So I am really glad that I never met that MIL. DH's first wife surely did a good job on him because he's every bit as good to me as my beloved first husband.
How lucky can an old lady be? Two good men, good kids, grands, a dog and all the fabric I could sew up in two lifetimes!