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

his fingers turn white.

When the service starts, the officiant clears his throat and begins to speak about love.

About grief.

About how we should hold our loved ones close.

All true.

All too small.

I sit there in the front row, listening, and feeling something boil under my ribs.

Because I know what’s coming next.

The part nobody talks about at funerals.

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