when my father died his last breath was

tony tan:

My parents built an incredible bond with each other that came from a long process of understanding. They were almost inseparable. When my father died, his last breath was calling my mother’s name. He used to hold her hand in public. I can remember they would sit outside in the breeze and feel the evening air.

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