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04 August 2010 @ 07:40 pm
There is a point in your adult life when you realize that your parents won't always be there. It probably happens earlier for other people. For me, I think it sunk in when I lost my significant other's father, unexpectedly.

I can't remember when I started reading this woman's blog and I am not sure I can explain why I do (I don't have kids, I don't know her, I don't even know her once removed, and she's not famous in any way). But I read it regularly, and she just finished posting a four-part series that made me cry.

What happens when your parents are no longer there even though you need them?
The Metabomber: Housemetabomber on August 6th, 2010 03:59 pm (UTC)
I have nothing to base this upon, but I suspect we do our damndest to think about what they'd say/do/reason in the situation, make a good decision or two using our own experiences and rationale and plow through it.

They (the collective Parental They, though I do look fondly upon your parents as satellite parents of my own, similarly to how I view the Newbolds or the Kupreviches) spent an awful long time trying to pound good ideas and sound logic into our thick heads.

I try to put it to good use on a daily basis. Some days, better than others.
Adyan Twicebornadyan on August 17th, 2010 01:14 am (UTC)
You carry on. You look elsewhere for help. You think of what they would do or say and take it into account when acting. You think about how they help you without even being there. You realize what it was about them that influences what makes you you and let that good feedback build.