Yesterday was my mother's birthday.

I had purposely lost count of my mother's age to avoid having to deal with her mortality, but yesterday, my father let it slip.

She's 60.

[floored]

I've lost enough people in my life that loss no longer fazes me, and I've never grieved for anyone but myself.

I thought, however, that I had more time to become someone my family could depend on, someone my brother could depend on.

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.