“Hold my hand”, my dad said to me while sitting in his lift chair at the nursing home. I could see that he was feeling a bit worried at the time. He had reached the point where he had lost much of his previous independence. We held hands and reminisced, finding comfort in each other’s touch. Up to his last few weeks, my dad played piano from his wheelchair. He was a man of science. A quiet researcher and gentle soul. He loved his family, his work, and playing classical mu