It has never been more apparent than this moment that my parents are getting older. They turn 61 later this year. How did that happen?
My mom had back surgery last week. She had 3 ruptured discs so they fixed that and scrapped off some arthritis off her vertebrae. She is in a lot of pain, but it is getting better. But she needs a lot of help to do anything right now. So I took a few days off to help her and my dad.
Last night, I was texting with my BFF and found out her mom needs knee replacements and hasn’t been honest with her that she needs more help. BFF lives in Omaha, i live in Lincoln, and we grew up in a town 45 minutes away from that.
So I did what you do for family: I went over and helped her mom too. She cried, we talked about life and I did some things for her that she couldn’t do herself. It’s good for the soul.
However! As BFF said it best last night: why can’t our parents still be 45? This aging thing sucks.
Runnin' Down a Dream 