I looked upon my broken body which lay on a bed, surrounded by the people I loved the most. My son leaned forwards staring into my eyes which could no longer see. "I'll make you proud Dad," he whispered softly.
In time my body decayed yet my soul remained. Many years on my son's body lay on the bed. I watched with pride as he took his final breath leaving the world he had changed forever. Moments later I once again looked upon his smiling face. "You've made me proud my son," I said, and together we departed this world.