My son went to a funeral today – his first funeral since he was very little – his first funeral outside our family.
His best friend’s mother died this past week, and Derek attended the funeral. Derek’s friend’s little brother was on the same class trip my daughter is returning from today. But his family had to drive down to Mexico and pull him out of the trip early to be at his mother’s funeral.
I know I underestimate how lucky of a person I am – I realize that fairly frequently. But what I fail to remember every day is just how much worse it could be. I spent over 30 years with my mom – not just 16. Or 18.