After leaving home and getting hired at my present employer (over 30 years ago), I realized just how negative my parents had become when I'd visit them.
Everything was bad, nothing was good, and there were no answers other than 'Jehovah' (which I find to be a completely useless answer).
I thought about how our lives were diverging, like a fork in the road, a path that splits in 2 with each going off into 2 different directions. It made me sad... like I was suffering their death before they had actually died.