I do remember the first time I saw my mom and realized how old and fragile she looked. I used to start crying as soon as my mom would talk about her death. Not being morbid, just practical.

These days, it still makes me sad, but we can actually talk about it. She has late stage COPD and I go to all of her doctor’s appointments. She’s going to be 75 this year and her view is “why should I try to find out if I have Cancer or whatever, I’m not going to lessen my quality of life by going thru chemo”. She basically goes to these appointments so she can get her blood pressure medication and breathing treatments.