Yuck!

For the 3rd time since October a friend from my freshman year of college has had a parent pass away.  All 3 friends are my age---way too young to have to say "good-bye".  Thankfully each of these know their parents are in heaven because of their relationship with Jesus, but I know it's still extremely difficult.

Yesterday was Father's Day.  For one of my friends it's marked the first Father's Day without her dad, who passed away several weeks ago.  Another one spent yesterday at the hospital with her dad in ICU (he passed this morning).   Last month my friend whose mom passed away in October had to spend his first Mother's Day without his mom, just a few days before his first birthday without her.

I've written before about the hardest part of getting older and, at that point, I didn't know anyone well who had lost a parent.  That has changed since then.  Mr. M in the original post is physically doing fine, but in 2011 he had to say good-bye to his wife of over 50 years, which meant one of my husband's closest friends lost his mom.

Now these three college friends have all lost their parents in recent months and I'm once again left thinking that sometimes adulthood really stinks.  I don't mind saying I'm 37. My 20 year reunion next year doesn't bother me. I could care less about turning 40 in 2016. Those things don't bother me---it's this reality of adulthood that I'm not happy about.