After my mother passed away，my dad tried even harder to stay healthy and active.Each morning he swam in the pool，and no matter how he felt，he would __always__swim one more lap (圈) than the previous day，just to prove there was always room for __improvement__.
By his late 70s，in spite of his swimming，his strength and energy had noticeably __decreased__.By age 81，he was in poor health because of heart problems and arthritis (关节炎)．He pretended he didn’t __need__to lean heavily on me for support as we walked slowly，I pretended not to __notice__，and naturally held him.One day he said，“In case of an emergency，I do not __want__to be kept alive by any medical means.I’ve made an official will for that __situation__.”
A month later he had a heart attack.In the emergency room，__again__，he told me his wish.He was __uncomfortable__with intensive care(重症护理)，but he still had his sense of __humor__，asking me，“Does this mean we can’t keep our lunch date tomorrow？”Then he turned toward the wall next to his bed，and __refused__to look at me.There was a miserable silence between us.Then he said，“I don’t want you to __remember__me as a helpless old man.__Promise__you won’t，darling！And please go now.”
Those were my father’s last __words__.I had regretted not holding his hand and telling him of my love as he had passed on，__until__a dream set me free.My father came to visit me in the dream and told me his __side__of the story：
I’m telling you the truth，my darling daughter.I __know__you love me as I love you.And I did not want you there __at__my death.That was what you wanted，not what I wanted.My death was __perfect__，just the way it was.There are two sides to everything－__even__death