I just found out one of my Midland friends lost his dad; he had lost his mom earlier, so he's now in his family's terminal generation, where he's now the elder of the family.
I'm a bit younger than him and both my folks are still alive and kicking in their mid 70s. However, it is sobering to see my friends in their 40s and 50s seeing their parents retire, get enfeebled and eventually dying off.
We don't talk about a guy who's AARP-eligable being an orphan when he loses his parents, but he has just his heavenly Father left to lean on. However, even when we have our folks with us in the flesh, our primary hope is in God. God doesn't retire or move to Arizona or get Alzheimers and forget about us; He's the constant in it all.
This part of Matthew 7 fits where I'm at-
9 “Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? 10 Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11 If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!
God's not a Secret Santa handing out C-notes in Joisey, but He does have our back and supplies our needs. Not always our wants, though.