Such a long story. But the short of it is my dad stopped breathing and was oxygen deprived and never woke up. He was on life support for 2.5 days but showed no signs of his brain working so it was switched off.
I didn't go to say goodbye to him. I wanted to remember him how he was. I didn't think he would know I was there. And (and this is the bit I'm ashamed of) it was a seven hour drive and I've got a 3 month old breastfed baby I would have had to take with me on a 14 hr round trip.
I persuaded myself that he would want me to remember him how he was, that me being there would make no difference and that he wouldn't want me traipsing around the county with baby.
But now I've spoken to his wife and she says she is so disappointed I didn't go as she thinks hearing my voice might have helped him wake up and at least would have comforted him.
I feel so shit. I feel guilty and selfish and it's all too late.
There is a back story where I've seen v little of him since he married his wife , she didn't like him seeing me too much and for his own reasons he accepted/went along with that. But I think that's fairly irrelevant. I feel I've let him down and it's too late to do anything about it