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My son, Dan, died 5 years ago at the age of 28 of a bilateral pulmonary embolism that had been diagnosed as bronchitis. Every time I look in the mirror at a new bulge or wrinkle, I am briefly horrified. Then I think of Dan, and wish he had had the privilege to grow old enough for wrinkles. I would give anything to see a wrinkle on his beautiful face.~ a privilege denied to many