found John Irving's "World According to Garp", lying around in a friend's place...had read it eons back and it has since been by all time favorite book. I remember closing the last page on it, thinking...'OK...some things in life are not going to feel the same again, from here on'...
".......It was an unpleasant sensation for Garp, shortly after Duncan turned six, to smell that Duncan's breath was stale and faintly foul in his sleep. It was as if the process of decay, of slow dying was already begun in him. This was Garp's first awareness of mortality of his son...."
I think I will read it again!
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