Wow. Four months from today, my father would turn 100, as he was also born in 1913. But he died in 1970 at the age of 56 (a little over a month before what would have been his 57th birthday). My mother died a month and three days before my father. She was 53, and it was less than two weeks before what would have been her 54th birthday.

I'm going to be 64 this summer. It's so weird to think that I'm so much older than either of my parents had been.

My mom would have been 100 in July. She was born in 1913 too. She passed away at 73. She had leukemia of the bone marrow and then a heart attack. Dad was 65 when he passed of a heart condition.

My mother would be 104 in August. She was almost 92 when she died.

My dad would have been 100 in 2005, which would have made him 108 this year. Like others, I just find this so hard to believe. He has been gone since 1985, a few months short of his 80th birthday. He was 13 years older than my mom, and she lived to be 88. She passed away in 2005.

I thank God every day that I still have my father. He is 91, in excellent health and active. He takes 7 or 8 major vacations each year (mostly cruises), and has a "lady friend". He and my mother were happily married for 63 years before we lost her in 2009.

My brother and I have told Dad he has to be around to celebrate his 100th birthday because we are throwing him a big party! I pray that he makes it!!

It will be 55 years tomorrow that my Dad passed away at age 49. He has been gone longer than he was alive. Mom outlived him by 44 years, passing away in 2002 at age 92. Those numbers all blow my mind!

Funny how those "anniversaries" pop up. My (now deceased) father in law was born in 1914. He'd be 99.

My dad would be 96. He died in 2000. My mom IS 95. Both born in 1917. Good grief, that is so long ago!

My parents divorced and my dad had a young wife. She died at 56, of COPD. Kind of gives me pleasure that my mom outlived them both and is doing remarkably well. She lives on her own and still drives. Go Mom!

Sometimes it is strange to think that there is a whole generation that thinks of the Vietnam War the same way I think of World War I -- ancient history.

My father would have been 105 in October, he passed away at age 83. My mother's birthday is June 7, she would have been 99, She passed away at age 90. This doesn't seem possible since I am only 29 (wink).

It does feel strange to reach and go beyond the years your parents lived.

In my maternal family the generations are spread out -- closer to 40 years between them than 20.

I think about the world changes that took place within my maternal grandmother's life. She came to NYC from Scotland on a sailing ship and nursed her TB-infected mother and brother. She knew hunger. She survived the Spanish Flu epidemic, WWI, the Great Depression, WWII, Vietnam. She experienced electrification, central heating, the first automobiles. She died in her nineties, in an air conditioned bedroom in a spacious home, bathed and fully dressed, waiting for my mother to rise and make breakfast.

I have lived three years longer than my dad. I hope to beat my mother's record. Her sister will be 96.

My father would have been 101 this July. He died in 1990, having outlived my mother by 17 years. My mother was 53. I remember the year I turned 53, thinking that my mother died so young and missed so much of life.

Hadn't realized...Dad's been gone 20 years this April. Mom 16, almost 4 years to the day after Dad. He was 90, she was 86. They were both so vibrantly alive (not completely healthy but vibrant:) until the very end. Fun to think about them even though the last few years were real doozies.