I never got to see my parents get old...

I still saw them suffer.

I guess, for a few months now, I've been considering letting them go.

I used to miss them and talk to them. I grieved hard for years. For awhile I kinda identified myself by that loss. Since they died within a year of each other and I was younger, had a young child, I felt pretty ripped off in life in the only way that really mattered to me.

Now I just hope wherever they are that they have peace. I hope they have no reason or idea to stay attached to me.

It's enough that I see them in myself 🖤

Even with their faults, they loved me. They were both intelligent, creative people and teachers who impacted others in important ways.

I love my Mom and Dad, but it's time to move on from their loss. It's time for new traditions. It's time to stop being a parentless child and be the woman and mother I know I can be. I needed them, but I've learned to live without them and hanging on is holding me back.