Bit of an existential crisis today. Today I live as long as my mother did.

[Anonymous]

When I was grieving the death of my Mother, I tried to remember how-it-was for her. She had been a young woman when she lost her Mother. She had been so strong. She would want that for me.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I ran the numbers. My mother died at 54 and some-odd days. Today I match that number. Tomorrow I outlive her. I’m having a hard time processing that fact.

It’s amazing how raw the grief can still be thirty five years later.

Oof. That's a rough one. My dad lived to 53 and my 53 birthday was definitely rough. I miss him all the time. It's scary to know that you are older than your parent will ever be. I started doing bucket list stuff the summer after that birthday, because you never know.

Take care of yourself, OP.

[Anonymous]

I’m sorry, OP. Let the rest of your life be in honor of your mom, maybe? Knowing how lucky you are to have each day is a blessing.

I lost my brother when he was 39, and me a year younger. Every day I have outlived him, I think of what a privilege it is to have this life.

Do you mind if I ask how she died so young?

[Anonymous]

I second the recommendation of a previous PP that if you want to go deep into your grief, and also hear opinions on why you should, listen to Anderson Cooper's new podcast called All There Is. He has two episodes out so far and I find it to be very raw and emotional but also very helpful.

[Anonymous]

I am so sorry, OP. My heart goes out to you.

[Anonymous]

Thinking of you, OP.