parents

They ultimately piece everything together, uniting all the admirable traits, weird habits and strange mannerisms into the adult I’ve become.

"A joke given by life will always be funny; therefore, those who don’t laugh at it are either too proud or too stupid."

We never fully overcome a loss, but we evolve to accept that loss. My parents have significant others who are not each other, and I am happy for them.

It's in all the little mannerisms and phrases I've stolen from “you”, it's in the way I dress and the way I define love; all little pieces of you that are stitched into my identity, woven seamlessly into my life, seasoning all of my experiences like a familiar recipe.

Both of my parents are doctors, so several aspects of my life have been affected by being surrounded by people who practice medicine.

I quickly came to learn that the “s-word” was something to tip-toe around at home, something we acted like didn’t exist, that was fully off-limits.

I wondered how the call with my parents, who quietly offer more support than I could ask for, caused more stress than calls from UHS and friends combined.