Alisa and I have survived all four of our parents, of blessed memory.
In doing so, we have become members of the oldest living generation in our families. (As the youngest children in our families, we seem young for this status.)
Anyway, Alisa looked at me and said, "I don't know what we were. But we are the adults now."
It seems like the next most logical thing for me to do is die. (I'm in no hurry, believe you me.)
More meaning for Kaddish.