When my mother died, I didn’t grieve. Because I thought it
was time. For her to die. She was 88. And had lived a full life. Actually, an
extraordinary life. But she had enough of living. Probably wanted to die. Maybe
that happens to old people. They don’t want to get any older. So they succumb.
Peacefully. I assume that's the case with many of your elderly
parents. So maybe you don’t have to grieve. You can be happy for them. And
happy, too, that they brought you into this reasonably wonderful world. To
enjoy the pleasures of being. –Jim Broede
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