A Price I Gladly Pay

Casey Romero '06 | Jan. 28, 2014 | Notre Dame Magazine

The last time I saw my father, he looked as I had seen him countless times, dressed in a crisp blue shirt, red tie and black dress pants, looking “so fresh and so clean, clean.” (He prided himself on sprinkling his every day vernacular with hip hop lyrics.) Except he was lying too still and there would be no gentle whirring of his heart if I rested my head upon his chest. Most striking, however, was how cold he was – my fingers automatically recoiled from the temperature of his hand.

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