I’m 30. Went to college in New York and managed the hoops team (we gave you/us a tough run in 2014), law school in Miami, live in Santa Fe, and am soon moving to Vegas. Last weekend, I spent Easter weekend in Boston with my parents. Even though we are very close, it was the first time realizing that they were getting, well, old. I have been in a funk since then. I have been a good son, but I always wished someone taught me about the fragility of life well before I realized how powerful it was. I also wish I cherished all the moments I spent with them. I might just ask my employer to work from home for a week, because I don’t know how much longer they have. We are nothing without family, and we don’t choose them. Prayers to yours.