When my father was dying of cancer, I got the opportunity to visit him one last time in a nursing home. I stayed for two weeks nearby, bringing whatever food or treats he requested, and tried to spend as much time with him as possible. He had a stroke so could not walk anymore, and would hallucinate sometimes. The night before I had to catch a red eye home, he said to me "Hey kid, the nurses said you could spend the night here. There's another clean bed right there you can use" I told him I couldn't as my flight was so early that I wouldn't be able to make it, and I would have to leave. He was disappointed, but understanding. When I got up and said my goodbye to him a little while later, I was inextricably sad, but didn't want to show it. I knew this was the last time I'd see him. I was so distraught, that when I left, I walked the wrong way out of his room, and had to turn around to walk the other way, passing his room again, as I did he looked right at me, but had the saddest look on his face Ive ever seen before. That look devastated me, I couldn't drive off when I got to the car. I just sat there drying my eyes out for over an hour. The look on his face......disappointment, sullen, terrified even......I will never forget, and is seared into my psyche. I think about it almost everyday.