Good word, Sleeve - we need to take the time to touch those we're close to and let them know how much we love and appreciate them. We never know when our words will be our last words so I guess we should always make them count.

My father passed in 1995 - I'd dropped my then nine year old son off to spend the night with grandpa. As I was walking out dad said, "love you Butch" (he always called me that, I'm not sure he knew my name was Glenn!) I shouted back, "love you too, dad!" the next morning at 5:30 am - he took his final breath. I'm glad our last words were good ones - no regrets..

Regards All,
Glenn