The Tuxedo Goodbye: A Father’s Last Dance Before the Monitor Went Silent

light.

And in the hallway, for the first time since the monitor went flat, I understand something that makes my chest ache in a different way:

That dance wasn’t just the end.

It was also a beginning.

Not of happiness.

Of honesty.

Of saying what matters before it’s too late.

Of refusing to let love be scheduled.

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