Feel like? Maybe not. Accepted? Maybe.

More often than not now, I find myself having to be the adult in the room. My father recently died, and while my parents both have wills sorted, they didn’t have other things like power of attorney sorted, or a real discussion of what his funeral arrangements he would like. It was not a sudden death. That was a turning point for me.

I guess that’s where I’m at, I’ve accepted I’m an adult. I’m losing backstops, but also becoming other people’s backstop.