My dad died by suicide at the weekend. It wasn't a compete surprise as he had had 2 previous suicide attempts but the timing was a shock. I was supposed to see him on Monday and he had messaged on Friday saying he was looking forward to seeing me. Because I knew I was seeing him then, I hadn't spoken to him on the phone for a while and haven't seen him in person since December, which of course I now hugely regret. I am filled with so many emotions and I'm wondering how I'm ever going to move on from his death. We weren't particularly close and had a rather up and down relationship, which is making me feel worse about the whole thing. I can't quite believe this is my life.