Authors: A. J. Compton
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IN 11 DAYS, 4 hours, 23 minutes, and 17 seconds, my father, the most important man in my life, is going to die.
He doesn’t know how much time he has left.
But I do.
My mother, his childhood sweetheart, who still has 36 years, 8 months, 12 days, 16 hours, 19 minutes, and 4 seconds left on earth, knows it, too.
And so will my four-year-old brother, Oscar, who’ll be alive for the next 69 years, 5 months, 41 days, 22 hours, 8 minutes, and 12 seconds.
Though he’s too young to understand the cursed gift of the knowledge he will one day possess.
For him, numbers are not yet associated with feelings. His blissful ignorance protects him from grasping what he’s about to lose.
I am not so lucky. Or maybe I am.
For in just under a fortnight, I am all too aware that we will lose the foundation of our family.
The glue will evaporate, the strength will crumble, the backbone will snap, and the heartbeat will fall silent.
We live in a beautiful house, in a beautiful corner of the world. But it is not our home.
my father, and I don’t know what we will do, or who we will be, without him.