Morning everyone,
I have posted on here quite a few times now, so you know what’s gone on.
It has been 6 weeks today - I just feel soo much guilt. I wish I had spent more time - I wish I hadn’t gone out in the nights with my friend ( for a coffee ) - most nights.
I just wish I had seen and recognised how ill my father was, when it was so obvious to see when looking back at photos.
All I worry about is what might have been going through my fathers head at the time, was he scared ? Did he know how much we all adored him. Was he in any pain?.
i just wish I was there for him.
I wish, that I didn’t think about myself, and spent every second possible with him- I knew my dads cancer was terminal but yet I didn’t do any of these things.
these are questions I’ll never get answers too.
Im just broken.
