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January 13

Updated: Oct 2, 2020

The day my dad was born in the 1940s. The same date he got married decades later. It is also the day I graduated from college in the 2000s and the day I tragically lost a friend two years ago. A day to be remembered. A day to be reminded not to take life for granted.

My dad was the kind of guy who would easily become the center of attention. He was always joking around and telling all kinds of stories; from his road trips to his years in the Brazilian Air Force Academy. He would tell stories about my brothers and my childhood then travel back in time to his own. He was, indeed, a funny and entertaining guy; he was capable of turning the saddest stories into a comedy show, even when talking about himself.