I still have both parents. It's terrifying to think of losing them, even though Im not that close with them.

Lost Mom last year. We had watched disease chip away at her for 20 years so by the time she went, she couldn’t speak, walk, or do much of anything for herself, and I thought I wouldn’t have much grief left by the end, but I was wrong. It’s hard and bizarre and leaves a hole. We just passed five months and there are pictures on my phone that seem too recent for her to not be here anymore. I’m getting to where I can concentrate a little better again, but there are still days when the tears don’t take much to fall. You just keep going is all. Time marches on. I carry her with me just the same as I always have.