Happy Father's Day

On the first day of April, my father would have celebrated his 100th birthday. If, that is, he hadn’t died at the age of 61. At the time of his death, although I was consumed by grief, I trusted that perhaps 61 was an acceptable age to die. Obviously, I was young and stupid. Once I neared 61 myself (with fear and trepidation), I wondered why in this world anyone would die at such a young age? Canc…