Bereavement

older. Believe you me, my children are very, um, adventurous, and they keep me on my toes even though they don't live with me anymore.

I guess a little angst about growing older is normal, but I just don't let it get to me. When my younger sister passed away at 30, around the same time my father passed away (5 mos apart), I might've fallen into a depression, but I had younger children at that time and understood and embraced that they needed me more than my late sister and father did. I focused on them, although I have to admit it took me a full decade to accept that my younger sister passed away. I couldn't put up a photograph of her until I was good and ready, and that was about ten/twelve years after her passing.

I guess growing older is different for everyone. Please don't fret too much. As with most jarring things in our lives, this too will pass.