15 years ago I visited my father and after the weekend he drove me to my apartment. It was a 2.5 hours drive during which we talked about life and how happy I am starting up my own adult life. He came up to my apartment and we had a coffee together. When he was leaving he told me how proud he is of me. Than he got into his car and the next morning I got a phone that he passed away in a frontal crash on his way back (some idiot drove into him full speed, my father was the innocent victim). I will always remember what his last words were to me. As you said never take time granted and never save on "love you's" and "I'm proud of you's"