text: He gently placed his hand on my back. "Son." He spoke sternly, "go to her. She needs you." "Why?" I asked, tears trickling uncontrollably down my face. "Why what?" "Why couldn't I do anything?" "No time for this. Do it later. For now, go to her. This is the hardest part of being a father." I turned to him and looked into his eyes. He gave me a hug, embracing me firmly, forging my heart with the love and compassion he knew I needed. It ended, I nodded to him, and returned to my wife--her mind a faint light concealed in the hospital room. I sat next to her and held her hand. All the love I had received, everything left my father had to give me, I gave it to her.