I moved to Kenya in October just a few week before I found out my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. I spent as much time as I could with him before I moved. My dad wasn't very happy about me moving but I had been planing to move to Kenya for many years I already had my plain ticket and every thing in the house was crated so I was at the time sleeping rough with the bear minim, camping Cooking mattress on the floor and my laptop.
My dad Had told me his going to leave everything to me and he'd already done the will which he gave me on the day it was hard to hear and talk about but it had to be done. Before I moved I said my good byes and that was very hard.
December my older bother text me saying dad had passed, I told him to box up the certain things for me and drop them to mothers but this never happen basically he took every thing, I was so up set about dad passing and being so far away plus at that time my disc in my back had gone so I couldn't fly back before he passed even if I wanted to as I couldn't do the long 8 + hour flight, which meant I couldn't even go to his funeral. I feel guilty so guilty I couldn't be there for him before he past away and at the end.