my dad was only diagnosed with prostate cancer just under a year ago and he passed away 4 days ago :(((

within 8 months of his diagnosis it had spread to his spine, then just after Xmas he was admitted to hospital as he couldn't swallow food or drink and he had blood when he went to the toilet. We were then informed the cancer had also spread to his liver and bowels. My family asked the doctor without my dad being present how long he had left to live, we were told 6 weeks. We were determined to get him home and the hospital sorted out a fast track palliative care package and delivered his bed and commode. But then dad kept getting infections and he was getting weaker. But we and dad were being told on a daily basis that he would be going home the next day, then the day after, then the day after that. We were gettting frustrated because we could see him during visiting hours and everyone wanted to see him. He was much worse than other patients on the ward and they were getting better and were going home but we knew dad was about to die and we couldn't see him when we wanted to other than 3 hours a day and with no privacy. 2 weeks after him being in hospital, we were told he was going to die in hospital and he would never get to go home as he couldn't fight off infections and his cancer was too aggressive. Dad started to sleep nearly all the time. We were begging for him to have his private room so we could have privacy with him and we wanted open visiting hours even just my mom and sister and myself. But we weren't allowed as there were no private rooms. Finally we were allowed a private room and had open visiting hours, but we only had 2 days off this with him as he then passed away. His final 3/4 days he was in a deep sleep. So it already felt too late to have our last conversations with him. He spent his final 3 weeks of his life in hospital, with us only being allowed to visit him 3 hours a day, with no privacy. Finally got some privacy on the final 2 days, but he was in a deep sleep. The only regret I don't have and that I can be at peace with is that luckily I woke up at 430am to check on him and noticed his breathing had changed. I woke my mom and sister up and we spent his final hour with him, but it was traumatic. I've never seen anyone go through cancer before and I've never seen anyone die before and I've never seen a dead body before and now I have and that person was my dad. I watched him deteriorate, be in pain, lose his ability to talk and move, watch him try to talk and try to cry in pain, then watched him die and saw his body go cold and stiff. I know I didn't have to watch it but we were determined to be there with him until the end and after. Not only am I grieving the loss of my father and my friend, but also traumatised from watching him die slowly and not be able to help him. Since he died, it's been paperwork and funeral planning. The funeral is 11 days away. What annoys me the most is that we don't hear from the family or my close friends, the only people we hear from and who make the effort are my dads friends and my dads sister. I'm angry that no one else has bothered. My moms family don't bother. I know it's awkward and people don't know what to say, but they don't even ring or visit. We've even sent them the details of the funeral and no replies. Times like this really show who your real friends are and who your real family are, and it won't be forgotten. But what has been touching that people who have met my dad occasionally or have worked with him or have been his friend for years, are passing on their thoughts and memories of him and collectively they all say he can talk to anyone, he makes you feel at ease, he gets on well with all ages, he has banter, he was in his mid 60s but he had the heart and mind of someone who was younger, you go to the pub with him, day trips with him, go to the football with him, and he had heart of gold. I will my father and my friend and he will never be forgotten. Xx