My dad meant a lot to me, I learnt from him many things that makes me who I am. To my disfortune, my father died when I was at that age when you are mean to your parents, and I used to be meanier to my dad than I was with my mom. He felt terrible about my attitude with him but never said a word, and he was always there for me when I needed him.
His dead took everybody by surprise, he started to feel sick and pain in the stomach. The analysis later showed that he had cancer, 3 days after we got the diagnosis he passed away, we know he had cancer but nobody expected him dying without even trying to save him. The doctors didn't even have the complete studies about what type of cancer he had but they were impressed by the speed at which it was killing him.
Before knowing he had cancer I judged him bad, thought of him as a whiner for lesser pains. The night before nov 6th I was left alone with him for about 10 minutes, I couldn't hold it and started to cry and asked him for an apology, told him all that he and mom mean to me, he just told me thanks.
I had the fortune to talk to him that day, otherwise I couldn't just live with that guilt. Even knowing that he gave me his forgiveness is hard to know of all the time I wasted by having a bad attitude, or for almost never saying to him how much I love him. That's what I regret, that's what I'll never forgive myself, that's what makes me love and show my love to my family with the intensity I do, that's what makes me give everything to everyone and that's what makes me sad
His dead took everybody by surprise, he started to feel sick and pain in the stomach. The analysis later showed that he had cancer, 3 days after we got the diagnosis he passed away, we know he had cancer but nobody expected him dying without even trying to save him. The doctors didn't even have the complete studies about what type of cancer he had but they were impressed by the speed at which it was killing him.
Before knowing he had cancer I judged him bad, thought of him as a whiner for lesser pains. The night before nov 6th I was left alone with him for about 10 minutes, I couldn't hold it and started to cry and asked him for an apology, told him all that he and mom mean to me, he just told me thanks.
I had the fortune to talk to him that day, otherwise I couldn't just live with that guilt. Even knowing that he gave me his forgiveness is hard to know of all the time I wasted by having a bad attitude, or for almost never saying to him how much I love him. That's what I regret, that's what I'll never forgive myself, that's what makes me love and show my love to my family with the intensity I do, that's what makes me give everything to everyone and that's what makes me sad