"I miss you tucking me in bed."
The words were not from one of my children, now grown and away from home, longing for the comfort of days gone bye.
The words were from my dad. He had been diagnosed with cancer several weeks earlier and had just completed his first treatment when I visited him. The prognosis for longevity is not good - less than a year.
Dad told how me how he missed our nightly ritual after I had returned home from my visit with him and Mom.