For a long time, I've been oddly obsessed with the date that my father died. Not the day itself, but rather how old he was and when I would reach that same age to the day, outliving him as it passed. As I get closer to it, I wonder what went through his mind at that time, and what his thoughts were on eternity and his legacy.
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