I left my own startup to not become my father.

My father died one year ago. His transplanted kidney gave up. But it wasn’t the kidney that killed him, but his unwillingness to live. He waited for death like an old Indian man sitting by the Ganges bank, but he sat on his sofa instead, watching TV. Sometimes old Spanish soap operas. Sometimes American westerns without subtitles that he didn’t understand. He didn’t care. It all started three year…