Not to me, but to my mum. When my dad died, he’d been ill with cancer for a few months, and in the final few days it spread to his brain, and he became essentially unable to communicate in any meaningful way.

However when it was clear we were in his final few minutes (his breathing made it obvious he was almost gone) my mum said to him that she loved him, and although he couldn’t form words, he managed to make sounds that, although not words, were clearly the correct syllables and emphasis for “I love you”. It was amazing, and meant so much.