Both of my parents are dead. I guess “passed away,” is a more sensitive way to say it. Or “passed on,” or “passed.” Frankly, I’ve never been one for softening euphemisms. I’m one of a few people in my age cohort who has lost a parent, and the only one I know who’s lost both at my age. As my peers’ parents are getting older, sicker, frail, and they’re having to think about living arrangements and planning.....of course, I miss my parents, but I’m also thankful that all those worries and stresses and fears are over and done with. Been there, done that. And dealing with death isn’t scary anymore. Anyone have similar feelings about having gone through major life shake-ups?