It's hard. We're supposed to bury our parents. That's how it was meant to be, that is the right way. But I hate the idea my parents are getting older. I hate when I go home and thing "Crap. You're getting older." I still see them as the people who just sat there and smiled on Christmas morning while we went nutz or the people cheering while I ran the bases like a maniac but still thought to see if they were watching me. And they were, cheering like maniacs. I don't know what you could have done back then. We not all shrinks....but I have learned a lot more the human mind since this all started for me....but still, not a shrink. Maybe you send her an email or a text and just say..."There are no words for what you are going through. I know I may not have been the best support for you in the past, but no matter what has happened between us or will in the future, I would like to be here for you now. What can I do? You just tell me and consider it done....even if it's 'shut up, stay out of it and leave me alone' I can do that too and without hurt feelings. You know where to find me." Or something like that and then it's all on her to reach out.
