Sue’s mom, Peggy, died at age 59. That was about 21 years ago. I remember that because our 21 year old daughter had just been born and Sue was glad that her mom got to see the baby and hold her before she died.
Sue missed her mom over these years, and sometimes lamented that she couldn’t just call up her mother and talk. They didn’t get a chance to compare notes on child-rearing, remember the good old days, or gossip about the home-town kids. There were no three or four generation gatherings of the Fay/Freeman/Harper/Nickodemos/?? women.
Our two girls are 21 and 22. They’ve got upcoming college graduations, weddings, and kids of their own to raise (well, not yet on that last one). How will this affect them? Time will tell.