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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The time you got was your lifetime, and that was all the time you got. The time in which you had the time of your life. He died at 74, his brother at 57, his maternal grandfather at 60, his mother at 51, and many other relatives far earlier. Death was a constant presence.
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Replying to @MoustacheClubUS
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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My mom was there when he was dying and said he was mostly pissed because he still had shit to do. He was right. There were things only he could do that never got done. Death was some serious bullshit to him. But he did tell my mom better him than her. He was right about that too
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That's exactly right.
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