Both of my parents died before my 50th birthday.
it's like I can hardly remember having an elder to look up to. Guidance. Re-assurance. I feel like I've been on my own for a long time. I feel old.
My In-Laws serve as surrogates. Tales of post WW2 Europe: Germany bombed-out... The Marshall Plan and Eisenhower's austerity... On-call to the Suez and the Prague Spring.
Good people. Cabbage rolls and Medicare. Both had cancer. She lost a kidney. He's going on dialysis.
They don't have long for this realm. I want to comfort my wife, but that would mean re-visiting my own losses.
We all suffer loss. The pain afterward is bad.
That long, long time later is worse.
Waiting for death. And the silence that follows.