I know it’s weird to say I’m afraid. But I’m more just scared of what the future will be like. I never imagined a life without my dad. Even when he was sick, in my head I would just think “oh he’ll get better” 
I still don’t want to imagine that life, but I’m living it right now. It’s a somber feeling. I know my life will never be the same as it was before. 
I know I can’t change the past but I’ll always regret not spending more time when I should have. I regret going back to work, because I know that time could have been spent talking with my dad. I miss him. And I know I’ll always miss him. I hope one day when it’s my time to go, he’ll be waiting for me. I’ll be able to hug him again.