It leaves us isolated and desolate and inconsolable. Is there a right age? It's not childhood when we don't even know love or the world. We need them to show us what love means, what life means. It's not youth, when we need maximum guidance and direction. It's not the stage when finally things somewhat settle down and we begin to become almost like friends to them as we get along and understand them so much better. It's not middle age, when we have had them and depended on them all of our huge life. And it's not old age when the shock and grief is so much harder to bear than our aged body and mind can handle.
There is no right age to lose a parent. Yet it happens. And it breaks the heart as nothing else can till then. It dims life's joys and the ability to look forward.
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