My dad passed away two days ago. It was around 8 weeks since he first started to fall and 19 days since we were told he had brain cancer with 8 weeks left. They were wrong. He fell asleep last Saturday and never woke up again. I feel bad that the day they told him I dropped him back at hospital afterwards, on his own, I will never forgive myself for it. Why didn't I stay with him, to comfort him? I was selfish as I was so upset and didn't want him to see me crying .... I sobbed all the way back and struggled to cope. He went downhill very quickly. I would give anything to go back, to have him back, to tell him I loved him so much because I never did say it. I hope he knew. I feel like a changed person, I will never be the same without my little stories about him. I didn't realise how much I loved him until.he's gone.
How on earth will I go when the silliest things keeps reminding me of him?
