I'm 26 years old. It's kind of difficult writing these journals because after twenty six times you run out of things to say. It also doesn't help that my mom in currently in the hospital recovering from hernia surgery. It's stressful and slightly depressing siting there watching the person who has meant so much to me cough and wheeze and need help doing things as simple as get up and go to the bathroom. Is this what it's going to be like once my parents are in a retirement home? I didn't mean for this journal to be depressing and yet here it is. Perhaps it's cathartic. I need somewhere to get the stress out and this provides the best option. At least it's better than bottling it up.