G ot a call, saying that his hands and feet had turned cold, very cold. I rushed blindly out of the house, hailed an auto, hurried through the hospital stairs and silently entered the I.C.C.U ward. There, he was, lying peacefully, as if in slumber, the same way as he had since the last ten days, when Coma led him there. Never had I seen him so frail, so quiet, so very static. Moved his blanket a wee bit to touch his feet – they were ice-cold, his hands – ditto! The various monitors displaying his body Parameters showed that things were slowly getting out of hand. Dad – thanks for giving me these final private moments with you, to bid you Good-bye. I can never thank you enough for whatever you taught me in life, but ironically, these painful moments are the ones that I am going to value all thru out. You had seen me come to life, I am seeing you slipping out of life. After a couple of anxious hours, the hospital staff informed my brother and me that our dad passed away.