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From this week, more of my life has been spent with my wife than without.
The midpoint of my estimated span — as much behind me as ahead.
Around here my son starts turning to friends first, and I stop being the daily centre of their world.
By this week, it is more likely than not that I have lost at least one of my parents.
My son becomes an adult.
My son likely moves out around now — 12% of the years spent living at home are already behind us.
By this week, it is more likely than not that both my parents are gone.
From this week, I have been married for more of my life than I was single.
By this week, there is a nine-in-ten chance both my parents are gone.
I turn 68 — the age Dad is right now.
Around here the healthy years typically run out; what comes after is usually lived with something wrong.
The end of my estimated span. The grid stops here.
These moments are arithmetic, not fortune-telling. Recorded dates are yours; everything else is a population-level curve — a Gompertz–Makeham mortality model fitted to modern high-income (NZ) life tables, plus a few coarse developmental averages — applied to people it has never met. Real lives miss these dates by years in both directions. Nothing here leaves this browser.