We seem to think of our parents as having lived only during their lifetime with us, or at least I thought so when I was young. My father died at the age of 71, when I was 27 years old. He married when he was 40, so he had already been alive for a while. He's been gone now for more than 55 years, so alive and dead for more years than I was in his life.
My mother died 37 years ago at the age of 78. She was 33 when I was born. I got to know her for only 45 years. My sister died at age 71, so I was there during her entire life. There are very few people left on earth who will be able to say that about me. Nothing lasts forever
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