Level 43

I've turned 43, and while that it isn't a significant cultural milestone, the way turning 21 is, for example, I confess I like the way the number looks. It's not an age where I find myself pondering my own mortality. Rather, it is my father's recent health issues that more keenly mark the passing of time. 

He's in good spirits, he is still friendly and outgoing, but he has fallen a couple times now. And he was advised to get a pacemaker but he is not interested. Defiant, still. 

Around one's parents, I imagine we'll always feel like a child. At least I do. Especially when I raid the cupboards for snacks. 

He's not afraid of death, so that's comforting in its way. 

Defiant, still.