Dedicated to Our Sons If we could speak again with Derrida what language would we speak? What do we speak when we speak of death? That is the question of this discussion, which engages with the cartography of absence, with our being-present in life in the face of the aporia of death. This conversation with Derrida brings death to life. My Adieu to Derrida finds its way through Derrida’s Adieu to Levinas, which enlivens my Adieu to my sons; and Cixous enters the text at the time when language fails. The narrative of death asks what death is, considers the public address of death, and the way we speak of death in the mapping of life.