I am at the age where many people are becoming the care takers of their parents. It cannot be an easy transition going from being cared for to being the one who is taking care. For either party. Even still, I am a bit envious. I ran out of parents many years ago.
You know, no one will ever love you the way your parents did. Ever. Sure, I have siblings that love me (and I, them), but it’s different. It wasn’t until I had my own children, that I started missing my mother (d.1973). I really don’t remember her, but I knew, the minute I fell in love with my first child, just how she felt about me. It was devastating.
I am envious, not because of the amazingly hard task many of you face, but for the many years you got to be someone’s child.
We’ll see where this takes us…
This is me 
Oh Lisa, you made me cry. HUGS to you
Lisa I completely understand as you know I had lost both parents by the time I was 10 my dad in 1968 and my mom in 1972.. Hugs!!!! There are many times I wish my mom was around to share the many moments in life
Your words are so touching and so well put. I remember when we first met, something you wrote for a class at school. I don’t remember the class or the context, but you wrote that your mother had died and that “everything is taken for granted.” Of course, at that time, I could not fully appreciate what you meant. I am learning so much about you from your blog – I love it! xxoo