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

what you don’t. Let them talk. Let them argue. That’s what people do when they’re scared.

I stop.

Because my daughter—my dying daughter—wrote exactly what’s happening.

She knew.

Of course she knew.

She was always smarter than me.

I read the last lines.

If you danced with me at the end, thank you. If you didn’t, it’s okay. Either way, you loved me first.

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