Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio

He had no answer.

I went upstairs.

That was one of the last serious conversations we had before he died.

PART 8: The Dinner I Remember Most

In the months before his death, Dad began behaving differently.

At first, the changes were so small I barely noticed.

He started asking whether I’d eaten dinner.

He asked how work was going.