Today would have been my Dad’s 80th birthday. His family tended to live for a long time, so he assumed he would, but then he didn’t. He died at 68. Not young, but not old enough to have lived an impressively long life.
He was haunted by his grandfather’s last years, which Dad witnessed up close in his childhood home. He’d been close to his grandfather, a…
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