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.