I was in my early 30s when both parents passed. My youngest brother died unexpectedly almost 5 years ago, his wife 6 months later. That hit me like a gut punch. Our siblings grow up with us. I still picture him walking down the dock, always the last arrival for sailing. I’m not sure how his kids coped so well with their deaths. His daughter still can’t go by their old home, the only one she ever lived in. His grands and my grands still talk about him, a lover of children and a huge personality.Interesting observation. Made me realize I was 57 the first & only time - my dad. That was 3 months before I retired.
I'd never seen a dead body before that.
We have had it easy haven't we?