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I came across a voicemail message from my father in 2017. It was a poignant memory of a time before he passed this year. Alone, suffering from grief and cancer. The twins took his money and gave it to their mother, the tumors that weakened our family. Those truths of his final days send me toward regret. I should have called him. An absence so profound because he is never coming back.

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