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A couple years back, I remember having a hard time with my parents. Then we got a phone call. A close family friend (who I call uncle for loss of a better term) had been dealing with Pancreatic (sp?) cancer. I had seen him fairly recently, and he was so thin (normally a very "jolly" guy). I remember my mom picking up the phone and just crying, handing it to my dad, and him walking away. I still haven't seen him cry, but it was a really hard thing to watch. It's the point I suddenly realized that people do pass on, and they aren't always going to be there. He was the first person I knew personally that died.
More recently, I found out that my Grandfather has Alzeimers. He lives in England, thousands of miles away, and I watch my mom try to deal with that. It's a real eye opener, knowing she is too far away to be there and help them deal with it.
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