We were sitting in the bathroom, Dad in the chair, me on the toilet cover. He was catching his breath before the trek back to the kitchen.
He looked at me and his eyes filled with tears, "I'm very proud of you."
I hugged him and started crying. "I love you so much! I don't know what we're going to do without you. " I took his hand and said "I wish I could take this from you, it isn't fair, it's not right."
"It's my time"
"No, it isn't, it's too soon, you're too young, you still have so much to teach me. You can't go and leave me with the two Crones!"
"I won't do that to you, maybe I'll have Jane (my aunt) move in downstairs."
"Then I'll have the 3 of them!"
We laughed at that and then started the trek to the kitchen.