It's hard watching your parents grow older. Well, in my case just one. My mom will forever be 40 in my mind but my dad is 51 this year and before my eyes becoming old. And don't bull shit yourself, your parents are getting old too. Maybe they aren't using walkers yet but each day is passing quicker and quicker. My dad has a variety of dibilitating diseases and maladies: reumatoid arthitis, fibroid myalga (spelling?), ruptured discs, etc. I remember so well the vibrant, funny dad who helped raise me. Now he's just a shell of the man he used to be. No manner of good cheer raises his spirits. No medicine eases his pain. He is just living day to day. And I miss the way he used to be silly no matter what even though it irritated the crap out of me at the time. And the way he smiled until his gums showed. And his stories about his glory days in football (he was all-state four years in a row and in his high school's hall of fame). Now he is depressed and hurting and no matter what I do it doesn't change. And eventually it will happen to everyone.