What Letting My Dad Go Taught Me About Love

“Some of us think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go.” ~Hermann Hesse My dad was intubated, so he couldn’t say the words back to me. I told him I loved him anyway. Instead, he slowly pointed to himself and then to me. “You love me too?” I asked. His eyes widened ever so slightly, and he nodded gently, giving me the biggest response his body could offer. I held onto that moment like it was something solid in a room where everything else was slipping away. It was the last moment we had together before …