We often talk about the degree to which we "get to leave our mark on the world." To some extent, I'd submit that the fact that somebody still remembers our birthday even after we've passed away would be one measure of having left a mark. Or, at least, it would be a measure that somebody somewhere did actually care.
Holy Moses man!
Over time and little by little I am finding many more similarities and synchronicities in your life with that of someone else I know pretty well. Like the fact that your father died at a very young age of just 60. But now and just out of sheer curiosity, I'm gonna ask you a couple of questions that may sound a bit strange, personal and intrusive (even when they are not) and which you can answer or not if you find that they invade your privacy in some way.
If memory serves me right, I think your aunt Ulla was your father's older sister. But I'm going to ask you anyway to confirm. Was your aunt Ulla your dad's or your mom's sister?
Could you tell us how and what your father died of?
I suppose it is an object lesson that we should enjoy life as much as possible whenever we have the opportunity, because you just never know what's going to happen next!
Indeed, that's correct and I agree. And I really hope that my two curious questions won't be too intimate and private for you not to answer them. 