If I feel the echo resonate along a corridor of listening that I continue to call ‘death’, then I can use the act of writing to continue to travel beyond the limitations of meaning that the word ‘death’ has had for me. And so, I can’t say that I heard ‘death’ after my parents died. But I have found, from their deaths, a kind of listening that I hope will only expand for me, as my life expands, and as my writing expands its relation to the words I use to extend language’s meanings for me.