It’s really hard, it seems every time a life event goes on in my life, something happened’s at home making me feel terrible.
My parents were blessed with me at the ripe old age of 63.
When I left for college, it was the same weekend my dad past. (Went to a uni 20 mi away)
When I left college for my first job, my mom was diagnosed with dementia. (Now I’m over 550 mi away)
I call everyday, send care packages, and visit as often as I could.