Finally, I hear my sister Ellen in the background whisper to Daddio, “Dad—you’re just looking. You don’t have anything you want to say to Will?” Daddio searches for one last piece of wisdom. One final brick. But he’s empty. He slowly shakes his head, a final surrender. “Shit, anything I ain’t told this muthafucka already, he sure ain’t gonna get it from me tonight.” We shared a final laugh, we said goodbye, and forty-five minutes later, Daddio was gone.
