Morning mourning

So I went to Lafayette this morning to see Damon for his dad's service. Yow, I'm so tired of attending funerals. He's taking it very well, but man it sucks. His mom looks terrible, just a shell of the woman that once stocked her freezer expressly for our munchie raids in college. Sad indeed.

Got me thinking of my folks. They both turn 59 this year, and from the medical history my family has, I'd have to say it's time for me to start reminding them of how fragile life really is.

Man, that's just the weirdest thing telling that to my folks.