Missing my family

I am coming to realize living with parents close enough to fifty-nine and sixty to just say that's how old they are, and your eighty-seven year old grandmother is not the best time in the world. Especially when you have been used to having at least one sister around your entire life. Plus being away from home all day does not make me feel like driving to see them every night. Not to mention the absence of a car. I didn't even do mcuh with them while they were living here, but when they are not here I've realized that I did spend quite a bit of time with them. Even if it was just sitting on their bed while they cleaned their room, or sitting beside them on the computer waiting to check my e-mail. Being the youngest does have some benifites, but I sometimes wish I wasn't the youngest by four years. Oh well, there is not much I can do about it, so I guess I'll just wait it out.