Yesterday was my mother's birthday.
I had purposely lost count of my mother's age to avoid having to deal with her mortality, but yesterday, my father let it slip.
I've lost enough people in my life that loss no longer fazes me, and I've never grieved for anyone but myself.
I thought, however, that I had more time to become someone my family could depend on, someone my brother could depend on.
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.