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

and bright, landing on the stack of mail like it’s just another day.

There’s a flyer in there—something about a “Fall Wedding Expo.” Bright colors. Smiling couple. Balloons.

I stare at it, and something inside me turns cold.

I throw it in the trash so hard it bounces.

Then I take it out again.

Not because I want it. Because the trash feels too final.

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