At 63 years of age, I often think about my passing. One of my concerns is the reaction of my children. I see others my age who seem to be quite stuck by the loss of a parent. I am not. It would be so much more unnatural and traumatic if one of my children died. That's just not supposed to happen! But parents dying before me, that's pretty much a given. First, it starts with grandparents, great aunts and uncles, then filters down to parents and aunts and uncles. There is only one remaining sibling on my dad's side; three for my mom (she was the oldest).There is no denying that I am at the top of the chain. It's sobering. I hope my children's thoughts of me will be positive. I hope they can smile; even shed a tear at times. What I don't wish for them is that they can't let go. I want them to recognize that this is the order of things. I want them to be expecting it. I want them to be prepared. I am in much prayer for my family. I want them to be w