When I was a kid, I thought of all the adults in my life as permanent fixtures. My Uncle's, my Grandparents, family friends, they were all there when I was born, they were there so often when I was young, why wouldn't they be like the sun or the moon and always be around? But growing up means coming to terms with the fact that everyone is mortal. Even the ones you love dearly and never want to see go. Now an adult, I thought I had long since accepted this notion but it's one thing to accept that notion and a whole other to confront it firsthand. Losing a Grandmother and a dearly beloved Uncle in the span of three years made me realize how nobody is ready to say goodbye to those people you once thought of as permanent.
