Great topic, Laura.
When my father-in-law was in his last days, he floated between lucidity and...welll...less-than-lucidity. He wasn't the touchiest, feeliest person I ever knew. Sometimes he was kind of gruff and harsh. Definitely not very warm. Basically, the polar opposite of my family. So when he was dying, I felt real insecurity about expressing my love.
As the day grew near, I started to feel panicked that I was missing a once in a lifetime chance. So I wrote out a very heartfelt letter. My mother-in-law received it on Saturday, read it to my father-in-law on Sunday and he passed away on Wednesday night. She told me how, even though he was in and out of it, he definitely expressed emotion to what I written. To this day I could cry about that even though it was six years ago.
In my letter I told him that, after knowing him for more than 10 years, his love was one that I treasured. I wrote about how much I valued all of the advice he shared with us and appreciated his respect when we decided to do something different. I talked about how his son (my hubby) reminded me so much of him and how I couldn't wait to tell our children all about him (we were childless at that time).
In this case it felt so important for me to say these things, though I know if I had to actually speak them to him, I'd fumble. I don't regret a bit writing them rather than trying to say them.
Man, I miss him. 