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After visiting my dying father in Maryland, scrambling with my brothers and my sister and my mom to assess and meet the thousand mind- and soul-numbing details of planning a funeral mass and an entombment, laying my dad to rest on New Year’s Eve, flying home, and continuing to attend, frustratingly from afar, to my mom’s needs, all while grieving, I naturally caught a wicked head cold, which has only added insult to injury. Amy and I are both laid up, but coming around. As the spring semester of...