My parents and I were driving to Houston. It'd be a 5 hour drive
from where we were. I had just left one of the saddest events of
my adult life ... a good friend of mine had just passed away. Just
two months ago, he was a roommate of mine and I noticed he was very
sick, and called his parents. They came up the next day. They 
managed to get him well enough to travel home, and he spent the
next two months of his life with his family. I was glad of that,
but now he's gone. 

I think my parents and I were the last people to see him before
they closed the casket for the ceremony at the church. At 
the cemetary, random people thanked me for taking care of him,
and all I could do was hug them. 

It was probably the 2nd most pivotal moment in my personal life.
I was glad my parents came with me, and glad to be in the car with
my them. I was glad to ask them questions about when I was young,
and to ask them questions about when they were young. We were heading
to my sister and her husband's house, to visit them and my beautiful
two month old niece. I was glad to be with my family ... it all
made me realize how much any one person's life affects others.