My parents were in their forties when I was born, so I have been orphaned since I was 39. One of my kids wasn’t even born before my parents died. So many times I have wished I could ask them for advice. Husband’s dad died year before mine, so youngest child only ever had one living grandparent, and she is kind of evil.
No matter when your parents die, it is gut wrenching. I try to pass on stories about them to my kids.
My dad's mom died when I was 9 and by the time I really started to remember stuff his dad was really starting to be affected by alzheimers and passed away a couple of months before our son was born. One nice little thing that we can say is after I was laid off and we left Wichita we lived in their house for a few months to get on on our feet here. They built the house in the 50s so since then four generations had lived in that house for at least a few months.
I was just thinking the other day how I wished they could see our son as between one of my grand fathers being an engineer and pilot and the other being a farmer I can only imagine if they still had their minds they would have loved to try answer is 18 million questions.
I remember when we brought our first kid home from the hospital I was scared to death he was going to stop breathing at night. No idea why. I think it was because they tell you all the horror stories of SIDS and it got to me.
I vividly remember being half asleep and hearing every little pin drop and jumping up and checking on him. Can't say I have ever been as scared or had any real fear greater than those first couple of weeks.
Also never had that issue with our second kid.
I have to admit that I still check on the kids before going to bed (3 years old and 7 months) as well as in the middle of the night if I wake up as a "okay they are still breathing" kind of thing.
Enjoy @cowgirl836