In 1998 my husband was critically injured in another state. We spent many long hours in ICU where he lay comatose for a month. My daughters and I remembered that the last thing we said to him were "I love you." He believed in this strongly and we sometimes took it for granted, but those words brought us comfort while we waited for him to wake up. My daughters have passed this down to their children. I'm so glad I caught this habit from my great husband.