If only we know it's our last, then we probably would have more guts to say and show our love to people dear to us. We might be bold enough to ask or extend forgiveness to those we have hurt or have hurt us. Or maybe we will care more to simply thank those who have made our lives beautiful. If only we know...

My friend Angel is not taking chances with her dad who has dementia and had lost most of his memory. Lately, he's been refusing to eat and has been sick. Angel, a daddy's girl, sought and waited for an opportunity where her dad can talk and connect with her again - even for one last time. And her wish was granted.

Angel helps him remember who he is through music. On his bedside, she patiently sings his favorite songs till he finds the words and melodies of the songs he loved. Oh, how light and tears fill his eyes when he remembers and sings! The sight of them trying to hold on and stay connected in some kind of emotional channel brings me wonder, nostalgia, and tears.

This four-minute video clip I made for her will show you bits and pieces of their precious dialogue and some old photos and fragments of songs recorded by her dad many years ago.

May you be blessed and be challenged to make meaningful times with your loved ones. Who knows when is the last time, anyway? This I challenge myself, too.