Dad: Wake me when he gets here.
Me: OK, I'll do that, get some rest. I love you.
Dad: Love you too.
One year ago on this day, at this time (3:36 p.m. I happened to glance at the clock to see what time it was because we were waiting for the priest to come and give him his last rites. I don't know the actual exact time he passed away, but I know the exact time he said his last words.) was the last time I heard his voice. God, I miss that voice.
Happy Easter Dad, wherever you are. We love you and miss you.