On of my better memories of my father's last days was the sweet whispered conversation between my brother, myself and our father. We told him we loved him and wanted him to know it was OK to relax and let go of the fight. We would we, brother and I, would take care of each other. He did relax and he slept. We had several more days with him but we and he were at peace. I will commit to praying for you and your father and family, NZ