He woke her from her sleep. She hadn't fallen into a deep sleep, but she could hear his voice. He was lying in his bed in the other room when he called her name. She got up and went to him. “Do you need anything, Papa?”

He didn’t look at her but she saw a tear tracing a path down his right cheek, he didn’t answer. She reached out and gently took his hand, a shiver running down her spine at how cold his hand was. Her gaze quickly returned to his face and she saw his gaze drifting away from this world.

He wouldn’t leave without her holding his hand, without their final farewell.