The wisdom of 50–60 (& living with the memory of your Dad dying on your birthday)

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10 years ago today was the last day ever that I saw my amazing Dad Alan. Unlike the orange ‘sell by’ stickers on goods in the shops, such days don’t come with a warning. Thankfully I had a sense of something foreboding so I probably spent that little bit longer with him. Thursdays were the day I spent getting his…