last year, my grandad developed skin cancer- and at first, because of the size of the tumour the doctors refused to operate on it
anyway, his condition got worse and worse- and despite having the operation done finally doctors asumed he'd not last the week.
for days after that we kept being called to the hospital, and each time when we left we were surprised at how well he was doing
but 1 evening they called up to say that he might not last the night and to get there quickly.
we did stay for a while- and then had things to do so we left for a while
anyway we quit for the night- and we got a call early next morning saying he'd passed away in his sleep
i feel so gutted that i was not there.
i know it's my fault- i should have put off the other stufff i had to do until later, but it was kind of urgent and really it couldn't wait.
not being there at his bedside when he died is 1 of my biggest regrets in my life
i still to this day miss him, and fully blame myself for being so selfish.
i just had to post- thanks for listening