I wanted to add this entry because I always get asked this question...of what it was like in the days leading up to that horrible day. It's never easy saying this story, but maybe I need to do this for my kids, so they'll remember how things were then. Here's the funny thing: I realized now that he knew - it wouldn't be long for him. It's not really funny, maybe poignant, but everyone underestimated his early passing, except Mike. I realized in his last few days, he was making up for time we would no longer have. Nina was in kindergarten then, and they had a National Day program for her class. Mike and I agreed it was an awkward time (10am on a weekday), so we both felt bad we couldn't make it. We had to go to work. It was only when I got home that he told me he stayed and watched Nina's program. He even took videos of her. He told me he didn't care if he was late for work, and he didn't want to miss it. He told me this with a big smile on his face. This was 3-4 days before that day. Nina got a fever after that, probably from all the rehearsals. I remembered him crying (yes, crying!) when he saw his daughter so weak. He insisted to carry her all the way to the clinic, and told me he couldn't bear seeing Nina this way. Mike was the emotional one when it came to the kids. If he knew they were in any danger, were sick or had problems, he would be heartbroken and couldn't make decisions for us. The day before he went to the hospital, it was a holiday (National Day in Singapore). We decided to stay home, just spend time with each other. Kids were acting up every now and then, so he recorded those moments in his video camera. I told him why he was recording, when there was nothing happening, just us at home hanging around. He kept at it anyway, even followed Zoey around the house as he was in the middle of a tantrum. I can't write about anything that happened after that, just not yet. But up to his last few days on earth, he made it count, especially for his kids. Each day was a chance to say "I love you" to me and to the kids. Each day meant getting a tight hug from him. We thought we could have him longer, but his efforts meant otherwise. I miss him still, even if it's been almost 5 years. Losing him broke my heart, and I still cannot accept that my kids have to grow up without him. But it has to be, for reasons beyond my limited understanding. Thank you for making the last days a reminder of how much you love us, Mike.