My father was born in 1933 and he was 33yo when he died. I always remembered because J (from Christianity) was 33. Exactly 33 years, to the exact day, after I left for active duty in the military, my son died. My son is being laid to rest on Veteran's Day. I don't have a clue how all this comes together but somehow I feel like my life is coming full circle and is a box of pieces to a puzzle. Only problem is, I have no clue how to put that puzzle together.