This one I feel deep in my bones. My Mom passed 8 years ago, and my dad is now 72. He’s in good health, and lives close by. I call every day just to shoot the shit for an hour and visit every Sunday for coffee and chat. It’s going to kill me the first time I go to pick up the phone to call him and I remember he will never answer. If nothing else this is the one that hurts the most. You can see the decline and there’s nothing to be done about it except cherishing the time spent with them as much as possible.
Two years from now, my mom will have twice my age. When I look at photos of her at 23 holding a newborn me and compare them to how she looks now it deeply saddens me; not because she looks bad, but because I can see the changes that age causes in her. I think a part of myself still believed she would look the same all the time
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