When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
The first time I felt like a grown up was the morning my Mum passed away.
Not only was I grieving but I was suddenly thrust into a position to support my Dad.
Right from the beginning, I needed to make decisions about the funeral, etc because my Dad was so heartbroken, he couldn’t do it.
In the weeks following her passing, I had to step up and help Dad navigate his new world.
It was, by far, the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through and indeed that’s the day I felt like a grown up.
Four and a half years later, my Dad passed away and I suddenly realized that the world I’d always known and often took for granted that it would always be that way – was gone.
If growing up meant I had to lose my parents, I wish I had never grown up.
I love my kids and my granddaughters and I think that my daughter will probably feel similar to me if I am called Home too soon or even if it is a long time away.
Dr Kelly Fleming 
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