I know I've mentioned this before, but today is my dad's birthday.
He died nearly three decades ago, but not a day goes by that I don't miss him. He wasn't the greatest dad in the world--a lot of years were lost to us due to his alcoholism--but he tried to make it up to me and my brother in his later years, and the effort was appreciated.
He was only 60 years old when he died. I'll be 60 in two years. I'm not looking forward to it.
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