
But losing a parent can make you grow up really fast, especially if you’re the one who handles everything (and you might be surprised to find that this role falls to you, no matter your age). My mom’s death was, in so many ways, the crucible in which my adulthood was forged. I went from ski…
…flipping the channel and seeing that Steel Magnolias was on) was enough to send us both into sobs. It turns out that having a conversation with a sick parent about their final wishes can be much harder than doing so when they’re fine. Who knew?