My Father’s Child Is Turning 65

I’ve almost reached the age at which he died, and I don’t feel as if I’ve gotten old.

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I was 33 when my father died, but in my grief I felt like a small child, not an adult who already had children. It’s taken me years to understand that I was a child, even longer to grasp that I will be a child forever because time is an acid-tripping, unreliable narrator.

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