My mom passed first. Burying a parent is a right of passage, one that leaves a deep longing in the heart, a need to be a child again, if only for a moment. But when you bury the second one, and both Mom & Dad are gone, there is a moment of quiet reflection… realization… digesting the responsibility of no longer being someone’s child. It was in that moment, when we buried my dad, that I understood that I was an adult.