My uncle, the day before he died of a horrible, six-week long battle with liver cancer. He was 53. He was strong and fought so hard, but the cancer was stronger. :(
I can't believe he is gone. His wife was holding his hand while she whispered to him. I love it and yet I can barely stand to look at it.
I talked to him. He couldn't respond, but I know he heard me. We had time alone and I'm so, so, so thankful to God for allowing me time to say goodbye to him.
Appreciate the ones you love, and let them know that you do.