Starting my journey into my thirties hasn't been bad at all, it's just been interesting growing up. I now have two children, which is new for me and I wasn't sure I'd be any good, but they're both still alive and happy... so I can't be all that bad.
But someone passed today that was a contemporary of my parents. See, when mine divorced I stayed with this family for months, along with thousands of sleepovers over a decade filled with blanket forts and nintendo nights. It was that friend's mother who passed--it was cancer--but really she was a grandmother and her life had been full and filled with love. It's painful and horrible that she's passed, but not tragic in the way it is when someone so young is taken from my life... which got me thinking about the whole thing. All of it. I guess I'm at an age now where that happens, and if I know anything, it will continue to happen with greater frequency.
I guess that's the part of growing up I'm not too fond of.
