It's April 1st, the favorite holiday of practical jokers everywhere. That's never been my style of humor and I don't want to spoil someone else's fun, but the day makes me think more of someone who passed away far too young in 1978. This would have been my father's birthday. This particular April 1st also marks the point when I will have lived longer than he did. I don't exactly know what to make of this reminder of mortality. There are no plans to react to it by jumping into a late midlife crisis the way I'm told some men do. Nothing's really changed today, but for some reason I have this need to think about it.
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