On Wednesday morning (2/22/23), Dad called for me. He said, “Eri, Eri, come here. I need to talk to you”. I came and sat next to him and he took my hand. Dad said, “Eri, I want you to know that I love you.” I said, “I know you do, Dad.” He said, “But you don’t know how much I love you.” I said, “Yes I do, Dad. You have shown me.” He quickly slipped off to sleep, but wouldn’t let go of my hand. If I tried to let go (I was bending over him), he would search for my hand with his, find it, and squeeze. This went on for about 45 minutes before Mom arrived and I asked her to sit with him and hold his hand. He knew she was on her way to him. That was the last moment I had with him while awake. And the last time he was awake and “with it”. He passed away the following day. I’ll cherish that moment always. I am thankful that I was able to reassure him that I knew and felt all of his love.