Is it normal to be saddened by the passing of time?
Like most families, mine isn't perfect but we do the best we can for each other. My sister lives on the other side of the U.S., away from us (myself and parents) and once or twice a year, we get together and have lots of fun. Inevitably however, at the end of our visit I become tearful and sad by the realization that life is so short. I am acutely aware that our visits are 'numbered' and know that one day, my parents will die, that I will die, that she will die, and my family, as I know it and as it exists today, will be no longer; that each visit is a beautiful experience but is one less than I had before. Life, in part, is about enjoying it while you can because all things come to an end but during these moments I am inconsolable, desperate, and helpless; I cry like a baby each and every time we say good bye. I hate it that this fun stuff hurts me so and I wish I could ignore the 'finite-ness' (probably not a word, I know) of my, and everyone else's, being. Is this normal?