My Dad's Final breath

It has been 2 years and 8 months since my father died of lekemia. Four of my sisters, my step mother, two of my dad's friends and their spouses were all there in the hospital room when he drew his final breath. My step mom and I were holding his hands when he passes away. My four sisters surrounded the bed with there hands on him. He made one last gasp for air, squeesed Cathy's (step-mom) and my hand than left his body. My sisters and stepmom exploded into heart wrenching crying. I couldn't . I bended over, kissed his forehead and said goodbye. I quess I felt I had to be the "strong one" since I was the oldest boy. I greived later on my own.