Sixty

My father turned sixty last December. My mother's birthday is today and she is now also sixty. I am probably more concerned about this than they are. I hear of people dying in their fifties often. Heart attacks are usually to blame. I love my parents. Facing that they are getting older is a little scary for me. I live the closest to them out of all my siblings. Due to this fact I have grown close to them. I try to visit them at least one day a week. I came home today for my mother's birthday. I bought her a few things at the store and then spent some of the day cleaning their house. As their ages increase I sometimes consider what I would do without them. It is not a thought I like to dwell on. Never the less, I do fear loosing them. Luckily they have great genes! All four of my grandparents lived long lives. Hopefully this trend will continue in the next generation.