When my Dad was dying, when his limbs started turning blue, he sent me home. He wanted to die alone.
However, when I got home, the phone rang, it was Dad. I said, "Dad, you just sent me home! Why are you calling?
He said, "I just want to be sure the lines of communication are open."
Those were the last words he ever spoke to me. After a lifetime of poor communication, to have those be his last words, was simply love.