My last words to my father were that life had passed him by, my meaning the way he lived in his youth and later life had landed him sick for the last 15 years of his life. Being 72 at this moment in time equals the years he was on earth. If I died today, my sick time was minimum, caused mainly by my year in war. Father was not the greatest of men as he lived his life primarily for only the moment with ten kids and two wives until they slipped away one night. The idea of burning the candle at both ends and never stopping to realize the damage inflicted on ones’s body could be irreversible gives meaning to the phrase live fast die young, but I have noticed the ones that die young are always looking for more life.