“You have me, you have my heart and you have countless more sunsets. And Christmas mornings, and movies. And bad cups of decaf coffee. Because you probably shouldn’t have caffeine, it’s bad for the ticker. And laughs, you get to laugh at least a million more times. And cry, and fight with your parents, and make up. Maybe even become a parent yourself. And when you take your daughter to Paris for the first time, it won’t be for a sad reason. It’ll be so you could tell her about us and what I did for you, and what you did for me. You lived.”