'As his little girl I was tough too. Tough but shattered – with my tears coming from a kind of heartbreak I had never felt before. Nearly paralyzed, all I could do was sit there and pray, hold his hand, and weep with him. And in that rare, recklessly vulnerable moment, we threw away the playbook, and allowed our unguarded eyes to meet, my father trusting me with his tears and me hanging my broken heart on my sleeve. I’ve never felt closer to my dad, never seen him stronger, and I don’t think either of us have ever been more “Kelly Tough!”'