Dad was 87, I was 55. Passed after a long fight with multiple C's. He was a tough immigrant, a fighter to the end.
We figured all the years running the drycleaning business didn't help with his health, he died for his family.
Losing his family in his early teens due to Korean war, experiencing the occupation by the Empire of the Sun (he refused to speak their language until the end), starting and restarting lives in various countries and giving his kids a chance at the American Dream when it was still viable, and tolerating a force of nature wife for nearly 60 years I'd say he lived a very full and interesting life. His love of travel, bit of mischief and good food/drink passed down to me and his grandkids.
I miss him, and look up to his quiet and gentle manhood/leadership which is so different than the toxic masculinity corrupting modern day culture. He didn't need to shout that he was tough protector of his family. Deed speak louder than words.
Thanks for allowing me to remember him again today.