When Dad passed in 2020, we could not be at the hospital because of COVID. He died alone, in Louisville General, while my mother and I sat in the parking lot, on the phone with a nurse who held his hand. I have not been the same since. He was a quiet man, a kind man, a man who never raised his voice in seventy-eight years. This hex is for him. I should have been there. I am sorry I could not be there.