My darling father died three weeks ago - at home in his own bed after an uncomfortable final month. I am glad he is no longer in pain but I am haunted by the memory of his final week. He was scared, uncomfortable and agitated. This is not how it should have been. He should have been calm, relaxed and allowed to drift off. I am overwhelmed by feelings of guilt, feeling that I have let him down. How will I ever come to terms with this?
