When my mom turned 91, I wanted to use the time that we have left in our lives to get to know each other as adults.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Everyone has their dates. For me, it's 1991. I can place every memory of my life either before or after this date. It's the year I became an adult. My mother died, and I created my company shortly thereafter. I definitely would not have done it if she hadn't passed away.
As I celebrate life, I can't help but think how young my mom was when she died of a heart attack at 53. My mom didn't get to meet her grandchildren, but I'm determined to watch mine grow up.
My mother and father are still together after forty something years. I lived in one place till I was 6. I lived in another place from when I was 6 till I was 17.
When my mother passed away I was 20.
When I was 19 and dropped out of college for several months, I lived for some time with my grandmother.
I always wanted to live to about 70. I thought that'd be a good age.
My father was 65 when I was born so we didn't have much time together.
I'm a hands-on mum and I'm lucky to be able to be that. I can remember the things my mum used to do with me and that time together is so important.
My mother was 45 when she had me, so when I was in high school my parents were the same age as my friends' grandparents.
I'm not bothered by the idea of getting old, or I guess you could say by having arrived at old. I was 10 when my mom turned 55. For 1955, she was a very old mom.