Our Dying Days

My dad is having surgery tomorrow. He was diagnosed with parkinson's disease 14 years ago and will be having the first of two surgeries as part of a sub-thalamic deep brain stimulation procedure. It's not really a risky surgery or anything, but it is brain surgery and he will be in there for about 5 hours or so.
I talked to my dad tonight on the phone and he told me something that I can only remember him telling me 2 other times: "I love you." I know my father loves me, but most of his life his shyness and inability to embrace his emotions has prevented him from telling me. The first time that I can really remember him saying it is when I was a junior in college.
I'm not sure if it's because of that, but I tell my wife and my kids that I love them at least 10 times a day. I want them to know it, and for them to remember me saying it.

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