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Exactly 8 years ago, I was by your bedside that early morning. Your breathing slowed, I called the nurse and asked, "Is it time?"

She answered "Yes, please call your family. Do you want me to revive him if required?"

No, please don't. It is OK. Let him go.

It was very cold that whole night. Shivering, my voice was weak. You passed before they had the chance to say their final goodbyes.

I had tears in my eyes, they welled up a little. It wasn't until the morning after, that I totally broke down and reality sank in, that you will not be there anymore. I will be coming home to an empty house

I picked up your favorite and personal bowl from the dish-rack. It seemed like only yesterday that you were using it. I didn't imagine that your last step out of the house was in fact, really the last.

I wish that you were still around, knocking on my door late at night and asking me why am i still not asleep when it's already so late.

I was just 24 back then. Time flies...