I'm about to get real. And transparent. Even vulnerable. So here it goes... My dad died when I was 9. At 43, he had a massive heart attack. He was here one moment... gone the next. Having experienced such a loss at a young age, I've always approached aging as if it's a gift. I'll be 42 tomorrow, just a year younger than my dad was when he died. BOTH of my kids are older than I was when I lost a parent. So no, I'm not sad I'm gaining another year even though my daughter gets a