As we sat around the bed of my dying father we took it in turns to tell him how much we loved him whilst keeping an eye on the monitors. The numbers got lower and the beeps seemed to get slower.
Quietly life left Dad’s body and we cried.
They gave us 10 minutes and then asked us to leave for a while. As we hugged each other in the waiting room my sister started to laugh.
“I’ve just talked my Dad to death!” she said.
We all laughed.