34 • LEGACY
BY MADISON WILCOX The word almost. It makes all the difference. My dad almost died. My dad died. A huge difference. One word. What weight hangs on that word. What emptiness, what great void When it is not there. — The ring he hung on with one finger was his almost: the way he didn’t sit down on the rope when he could have, the way he held on with one hand and heard the pop as the rope slid from his harness.
