My dad lost his mom a couple weeks ago. 103 years old. It was time. She felt it, called her kids to say goodbye. They had a nice funeral, all the family but a few including me was there.
I still think about him telling me online, at 65, how he felt a little lost without his parents now. I saw the kid in him in that moment like never before.
We’re all kids forever, in a way. Sometimes we doubt it.