The young nurse took several pictures in a row, then handed the phone over to Old Man Miller and his son to look at.
Seeing the photos of himself and his son, Old Man Miller emotionally traced the image on the screen. He nodded again and again, murmuring several "thank yous."
The father and son leaned against each other and spoke for a little while longer.
Suddenly, Mr. Miller stopped breathing. The numbers on the monitor plummeted, and an alarm began to blare.
Several doctors and nurses rushed in, pushing Mr. Miller's hospital bed as they ran toward the resuscitation room.
Old Man Miller hurried after them, his face fraught with anxiety, his hands clasped tightly together.
"I knew he couldn't hold on much longer. Lasting until I arrived, until he could have a bite of my cooking... that was all he had left.
