And realising how short life really is. I can see how much my parents are ageing and how things are getting more difficult for them with age. I almost feel this awful dread and feeling of loss and think about how I am going to cope without them. I know its really morbid but its only every now and then I get down about it. My mum lost my nan at a really young age and yet I am 31 and still am not mentally prepared to ever say goodbye to them. My parents are in their mid 60's by the way.