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5 Questions I Ask Myself Nightly Since My Father’s Sudden Death

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“Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.” ~Langston Hughes Nine years ago, I was sitting mindlessly in my office cubicle in Omaha, Nebraska, when the receptionist called to inform me that my dad was in the lobby.

I walked out to greet him: He was happy, smiling, and donning one of his favorite double-breasted suits. He was there because he needed my signature on some tax preparation forms before he handed them over to his accountant.

My dad always took care of things like that. It was a Friday in February, late morning. We briefly discussed getting lunch but ultimately decided not to in the interest of time.

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