Mine either...
I lost my old man in 1976. He was only 54; a stroke finally did to him what the Germans couldn’t do.
Mom, I lost in 2006. She was my rock, and the best friend I’ve ever had.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of them. They truly were the Greatest Generation.
Both of my parents served in WW2. I’m very proud of that. I miss them very much.
They weren't complainers. I wish they had let me in on what a physical pain in the ass old age really is.