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Dad’s been dead over thirty years now. I’m only 43, but I’ve already outlived him by four years. I can remember the phone call that came in from the local police department that cold January night; the questions and the fear that came with it. Sometimes I still talk to him, though he never answers me. Sometimes I feel like he is watching me and regretting the choice he made that night. Or maybe he is admiring the man I have become and encouraging me to keep working on my litt