This isn’t the post I was planning on writing this weekend.\u00a0 But I was slapped upside the head with a realization this week I can’t ignore.<\/p>\n
My parents are getting old.<\/p>\n
I try to ignore this most of the time.\u00a0 I am blessed with parents who are in very good health for their age (they are both 75).\u00a0 \u00a0We have talked about what’s in their will and and what their wishes are for their funeral, but it’s always been a “someday a long time from now” conversation.<\/p>\n
But a couple days ago one of my dad’s good friends passed away.\u00a0 My mother was listing off all the guys from the gang “back in the day”, and my dad is dangerously close to being the last man standing.\u00a0 That hit me right in the feels.<\/p>\n
I am the black sheep of the family, and there are certainly times my parents and I get on each other’s last nerves.\u00a0 But I’m not ready to be without them yet.\u00a0 I don’t know how to even process the idea.\u00a0 And most of the time, I simply choose to not to process it.\u00a0 I put it “in a box” in the back of my brain and leave it there.<\/p>\n
Hearing about the number of my dad’s friends who have passed forced that box front and center.\u00a0 I had a pity party for myself.\u00a0 Then I realized that I was being selfish.\u00a0 My parents are burying yet another of their friends.<\/p>\n
Time is marching on.\u00a0 Just as it always has.<\/p>\n
Time is a bitch.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This isn’t the post I was planning on writing this weekend.\u00a0 But I was slapped upside the head with a realization this week I can’t ignore. My parents are getting old. I try to ignore this most of the time.\u00a0 I am blessed with parents who are in very good health for their age (they are both 75).\u00a0 \u00a0We have… Read more »<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2773,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"{title}\n\n{excerpt}\n\n{url}","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[19,22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4275","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-myself","category-things-that-make-you-go-huh"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t