My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
When, as younger people, we think of being old it is as young people. We think we will have the same vitality, interests and capabilities; but that is not how it will be. We will be old as old people, which is how it should be.
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