My father died in the same year of his life that I’m entering of my own right now. I’m still recovering from that, and still resist attempting to imagine what it must have been like to say goodbye to wife and a son and a daughter, not to mention goodbye to one’s self.
41 — Seek endarkenment
Buster Benson

Wow, me too; both that I’m 41 and my father died at 41. I was 10, quite formative.

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