'Twas my father's birthday yesterday. He turned 76. I often think about how many more years I'll have with my parents nowadays. Especially in this present season where it seems like Death is on a roll lately. I fear sudden endings that I am not prepared for. It's always extremely easy to fall into the trap of taking things for granted when everything is within reach and just right in front of you. Like I can call or message or pop by to see my Pa or Mum anytime. And so I worry that I'll not take the notion of limited time seriously enough. But so far, I think I can say that I don't really have that much regrets. I mean, I chose to stay in the same city and in a location close to my parents all this while. And we do meet fairly regularly. So there's that at least. Meanwhile, it made me a little sad yesterday when Pa told me that not many people had remembered his birthday at church. I'm usually not one to remember other people's birthdays and to ...