I was waiting for the bus home from board games at Jason’s place when my phone popped up an alert. In a month, give or take a few days, I will have lived longer than my father did.
I suppose I should sit down and calculate the length of his life to the day, accounting for leap years and whatnot, if I’m going to worry about it. I’ve been aware of this approaching for a while, and kind of dreading it. The timing of his death was so narratively horrible that I wouldn’t completely put it past the universe to give me exactly as long! And there will be a load off my mind when I wake up still alive on the next day.
I dunno. I lived in the shadow of that untimely death for about twenty years. I had to completely rebuild my personality from the inside out to get out of the rut of misery I carved in myself after a few years.
I probably should start planning a party for the weekend after. Although I think that’s going to be filled up with ECCC…