One of the reasons I write a lot of obituaries is because my father talked endlessly about his own impending demise from as far back as I can remember. He didn't believe people died "before their time" -- he thought they died "on time, their lifetime." Time's up, in other words
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My Dad died at 46 - never ceases to blow my mind even 35 years later.
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Truly crazy. When my uncle went out at 57...that was just it. Gone. He had been a huge part of my life, then wasn't. And my dad was right about the "big sleep." It just is
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