When did we get so old, anons?
> both your parents will likely die before you
inb4 "i hate my parents"
When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks
Then lend her your arm in support,
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.
And if she asks you something,
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.
And if she cannot understand you properly
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more.
Adolf Hitler, 1923.
>have seen three of your dogs die
>my remaining dog just turned 16
>has all these cancerous warts on her body, going deaf/blind, can barely hold her bodily fluids/shit in her anymore
>wake up to one of the big warts spilling blood all over the house
>Dad turns 67 next week
>I can see his constant worry about bills and keeping a roof over our heads
>randomly start thinking about what's going to happen on the day they both die
>start to die even more on the inside
Protip: the 30s go faster and, I'd imagine, 40s faster still.
Life is a free-fall from an unknown height. No chute, no brakes, no pause button. Drink it in. There is no time to waste mourning what we missed.
>turned thirty this week
>take mom to the doctor today.
>so who will be taking you home today? (to my mom)
>are you sure you're old enough to drive? (to me)
>tfw uncontrollable sobs disguised as laughter.