One Hundred and Two
Today my dad would have turned 102 years old. One hundred and two. It’s strange how a number can feel both impossibly large and impossibly small at the same time. It has been 9,650 days since he has been gone. That’s 1,378 weeks and 3 days. Twenty-six full years and 152 days. Along the way there have even been seven leap years, adding seven extra days to the calendar. Seven extra days without…











