My sister and her husband were in town over the weekend. I had the chance of meeting up with them along with two of my brothers.
My sister and I got into a conversation concerning our parents. After learning directly from her that she lives in denial as to Mom and Dad's age the conversation ended when she said "I don't feel comfortable talking about this". I can understand completely how she feels.
I try not to think of the day when reality will strike home. But, it will. And no matter how we might try to avoid the thought of losing our parents it is all a part of growing up, growing older.
So, why am I mentioning this? I really don't know. Growing older is painful.
1963: My three brothers and I. My sister had not been born yet. |