Dan’s snores lulled me to sleep, steady and familiar. But at 3:40 a.m., I jolted awake. The silence was deafening. I don’t know what made me panic, but I flew downstairs. I turned on the light in the man cave and there he was—still in his recliner, just like before. Except this time, something was different. This time, I knew he was gone.
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