No more parents. One kid out of the house, the other one foot out the door. Mid- 50’s, with the aging face and extra doctor appointments to prove it.
It’s happening. Whether I’m ready or not. Time is marching forward.
Still stunned I’m the adult in the room. My body and mind move and function with that capability.
But there’s a corner in there shrieking at the top of her lungs, “Holy Crap!” It’s me now. How the f did that happen??!
Authentically Lost 