At the same time, I don’t understand why people say that they don’t know if someone knew that they loved them. How could they not have known?

This weekend my great grandmother was unexpectedly dying (from a medical mistake no less). We had a few hours of warning and in those hours four generations of family converged on the hospital all to say goodbye. Paradoxically, It was one of the happiest times for the family — we were all able to say that we loved her. In those moments, all of the petty family drama, the people who don’t speak, all came together to speak as one. It could not have been more perfect or more sad.

The post and your link confirm for me the importance of that moment. Thank you for always reminding us of what is good in this crazy world.

As I’ve said before, I’m so glad you had the chance to tell your dad and for him to tell you. Those three little words just mean so much.