Self-portrait #60.
Here's the thing. I have outlived my image of my father who had outlived my image of him.
Do you get that?
My image of my father stopped when he was age 60, a virile aged man. He lived to 70, outliving that image I had of him, surprising me each time I would visit.
What self-absorbtion I had!
My father was older than I imagined!
Now, guess what?
I too am older than I ever imagined.
Who knew?
