I Turned 18 at a Hospital Bed Beside My Mother

I remember turning 29 and being afraid of turning 30. Every year, I'd swear that I was at the exact same place where my mother left me. 18 and lost . A month after turning 23, my father died next and guess what. I was still there, except I was a few stumbles backwards. 18 and utterly terrified, lying on the ground face down and eating the dirt I was about to be buried in. I'm onto the second half…