The dreaded 36

Not looking forward to 36…

Everyone talks about the dreaded 27 club. However, there’s plenty of people that also fall into the 36 club.

The most important member of the 36 club though was my dad. He died 13 days after his 36th birthday. I’ve always been scared of turning 36. I’ve always been scared of joining the club. I’ve never really thought I’d outlive my dad.

Well, this is it. This is 36. This is also going to be a big year. Hopefully it will just be a part of me that doesn’t make it to 37. Maybe during my 36th year, I can shed pieces of the past, and a new me can emerge.

For now, I’ve just got to make it through the next 14 days, and I’ll at least outlive my dad.