Yes, I did, both parents were in their forties and married eighteen and a half years when I came into their lives. They adopted me as a new baby.
My dad died when I was 23, he was 69, but my mum lived to 86, was extremely sprightly and quite well. She had an abdominal eneurysm, nobody could have predicted that, otherwise she was in good shape. She was a marvellous grandmother and did lots of child care.
When I was growing up things were difficult, both parents were terribly old-fashioned, stuck in a time warp, compared to other parents. Also my mother did not mix with people very well, she was always with her own family, she was the youngest of ten children by five years. She didn't understand friendships and certainly knew nothing about teenagers.
She improved as she got older and I certainly missed her when she died, it all happened so quickly and I felt quite lost for some time.
I'm sure you will be fine, op.