In June 1994, my father died at the age of 41. In May this year I outlived him, but for psychological reasons I needed to celebrate my 42nd birthday to make it “official”.
Well, I made it. Saturday 22 December was the big day and now I kind of feel like counting birthdays is no longer important.
My next goal is to live long enough to see Halley’s Comet when it comes around again. I remember seeing it when I was ten years old (through binoculars), and hearing (probably from a school teacher) that it’s a rare occurrence to see it twice.
Here goes nothing.