My little brother has officially crossed over from tween to teen so I drove down to my parents for the weekend to celebrate.
My dad told me yesterday not to be sad if he dies, and that he feels like all of us girls turned out fine and will be okay.. his only concern is my brother. I told my dad not to worry because my brother has all of us looking out for him.
In an eerie way, I feel like I almost just gave my dad permission to die. But it was actually a really nice moment.