Morrie, I said softly. "Coach," he corrected.Coach, I said. I felt a shiver. He...

Morrie, I said softly. "Coach," he corrected.
Coach, I said. I felt a shiver. He spoke in short bursts, inhaling air, exhaling words. His voice was thin and raspy. He smelled of ointment.
"You ... are a good soul." A good soul.
"Touched me ..." he whispered. He moved my hands to his heart. "Here."
It felt as if I had a pit in my throat. Coach?
"Ahh?"
I don't know how to say good-bye.
He patted my hand weakly, keeping it on his chest.
"This ... is how we say ... good-bye ...