after you.

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**Trigger warning: This post talks about the death of a parent (my dad).

 

 

Dear Daddy,

I haven’t talked to you in almost a month—four weeks without hearing your voice, seeing you smile because you’d made me smile, or surprising you with a peck on the cheek or a hug as I came in from work. We used to talk every day: about politics, about religion, about music, including your impromptu “I’ll give you $5 if you can name who sings this song.” You loved classic rock, so you were usually right a...