The text message from my sister was: “Congratulations… This is the first day of the rest of your life. You won.” She was remembering a conversation in which we figured out that I am now older than my father was when he died. From this point forward, every day that I wake up is a day he didn’t have.
The conversation with my sister had a few typically macabre laughs. When I told her I was figuring out on which day I would surpass my father’s lifespan, my sister asked if I meant the day he was brain dead. I said no, I was counting the day at which I would beat him at breathing, which would be a few days later. That’s why she texted, “You won.”
My next goal will be to surpass the lifetime of my paternal grandfather, who died at 62. After that, I will strive to outlive my uncle, who died at 73, and my maternal grandfather, who died at 77.