I wonder that almost every day now since he died. I think I knew deep down that last weekend that we were with him that there wouldn't be another weekend but I couldn't find the words. I simply said "Good bye! See you next weekend!". And when the phone call came at 4:30 in the morning I regretted not telling him how much I loved and appreciated him. As he lay dying in his hospital bed I held his hand, kissed his cheek, and whispered words of love in his ear but....Did he hear me? Did he know we were there with him? Could he feel all of the love in the room with him? I wish we knew these things.