I lost my dear Dad a year ago, it’s his birthday today and I can’t sleep at night over the last moments. I lost my mum to cancer 4 years ago on the same hosp ward, my Dad deteriorated daily with heart failure and COPD and cancer, I sat beside his bed for a month solid after a fall at home and he had a brain hemorage, I did not leave his side, but on the last day he was struggling throwing his arms and legs about and quite confused, my friend who was with me said let’s go downstairs for a coffee “u need a break” I was scared of leaving him, but the day before he was talking to me and said “ I am worried about u, “ I agreed to go but no sooner had I gone down 1 flight to the restaurant in the hospital the sister came after me and called me back. He had gone. How did he go that quick . And why was he all neatly on the pillar like he was just asleep when under 5 mins before he was all over the place. I know he was given something but I can’t prove it.. I think of it every day . I feel I let my Dad down and I wanted to hold his hand as he passed. I hate myself for leaving him that day. Has anyone else experienced this ?