Day One

 Today is the first day that I am acknowledging that I have lost both of my parents. I do not know the role of not being a daughter. I have spent almost 65 years being a loyal and loving daughter to the best parents anyone could have. The last two years were spent caring for my father after my mother left us. All day every day, he was in my thoughts. I had set times to call him. I shopped for him. I nagged him about eating properly. I took care of his medical appointments and medications. By I, I really mean we. My sister did the other half of the responsibility. Together we were a power team. All he had to do was get up each day and stay healthy. At the end, he could not do that, and god was kind and peacefully took him painlessly. That was my wish for him. He is now with my mother and my sister and I are happy and sad.