On Thursday, for what would unknowingly be our last conversation, he had my mom's small cell phone, uttering his classic "holy rip" as he tried to figure out where to speak into it. The next few minutes were a bit of us talking over each other, struggling to hear and guess each others' questions and answers. But I hope he heard my love. I know I heard his.
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