the worst

Growing up, we all have that second-parent type person who helps us along, gives us advice, pulls our head out, etc.

That person is good for telling things you cannot tell to your friends, and you sure as heck can't tell your parents. I guess you could call them a bridge-friend, or something, I don't know.

When that person dies. It sucks.

I feel old now, in a way I never did before. The people who gave me advice growing up and in my first couple years in practice are dying, and not in freak accidents.