A common theme of discussion at the moment is death and the state of being dead. Particularly as it relates to Galen and my father. (Abigail likes to tell people that Galen died on the road and he wasn’t holding a hand and “he’s still dead.”)
Stephanie asked me last night how old my dad was when he died. After thinking for a minute I said, “Um.. twenty-eight.”
Then it occurred to me that I’m 28, too. Then it occurred to me that he died in April, around three months after his birthday. It’s now February, which is about three months after November (my birthday).
I used an age calculator to figure out that he was 10315 days old when he died. Today, I am 10311 days old.
I think of what I have done so far and things I want to do, learn, see still.. and I hope that I have a lot more than four days left.