Sometimes when I talk to my mom, I'm amazed how much her voice still sounds the same as it did when I was a kid. And then I reminisce about being a kid again and her making dinner or picking me up from school when I was sick and how those times have come and gone never to be experienced again. I think of all the recipes she could make(she's a great cook) and how I'll never taste things just the way she made them when she's no longer here. I've tried to learn a few of those things but I honestly I don't like cooking much or have the patience to learn it. I think if my father went my mother would handle it better than my father would handle it if my mother went first. I feel blessed to still have them in my life and healthy for now.
As terrible as it must be to lose a parent, one thing that does help me feel better is seeing how my friends my age that have lost a parent have handled it. It's brutal at first, but they eventually come back around to their normal selves and regain normalcy in their lives. I'm sure I'll do the same when that time comes, as hard as it will be to bury your mother or father.
As terrible as it must be to lose a parent, one thing that does help me feel better is seeing how my friends my age that have lost a parent have handled it. It's brutal at first, but they eventually come back around to their normal selves and regain normalcy in their lives. I'm sure I'll do the same when that time comes, as hard as it will be to bury your mother or father.