Fears in perspective

A family in the city is celebrating their family Christmas tomorow because their little four year old boy is dying from an inoperable brain tumor. Dear family friends called the flower shop to request delivery of a table arrangement, a red and green balloon bouquet and a plush mouse that sings "Jingle Bells." Their dream is one final Christmas as a little family. Totally puts my fears in perspective. I was talking to my dad and he mentioned that he doesn't want to put my mother in a nursing home. However, to help her adjust once my dad passes, it would be wise for both of them to live in assisting living. She will then be set when my dad moves to the other side. My father said he will think about a plan the first of the year. It makes me sad to consider this conversation. Last times are so painful--the last vacation up north, the last Thanksgiving and Christmas at my parents' home. But I can't be sad because I have been truly blessed. I have had my parents for many, many years unlike this family who are facing losing their son at four years old.