My father died fifty years ago. He was a heavy smoker, and died of lung cancer. I remember him putting quarters in cigarette machines to buy his Lucky Strikes when I was little. There would be three pennies (change) inside the cellophane wrapper that he would give to me.
About twenty-five years ago, I learned that Dad had a whole family before he married my mother. I guess a parent's divorce wasn’t revealed to children back then. Now, I am good friends with my half-sister’s daughter who is only a few years younger than I am.
My sons lost their father last fall. I wonder what they will be remembering about him when they are my age.
My guess is they will say he was funny and smart and loving.*
*You can watch Seth’s new interview with me on how to age successfully at https://bit.ly/3b6FWtW (It’s in English with Portuguese subtitles.)