Losing a loved one is never easy. Losing a parent can be even harder. Will Cummings had a hole in his heart shaped like his Dad that he tried to fill after the Cancer took him-yet nothing seemed to work. But what if every great once in a cosmic while, on the rarest of occasions, Death felt bad for being a jerk, and gave you one last chance to say those words that you thought no one would ever get to hear? What if you could hear that familiar voice just one more time? What would you say?
