Thirty eight years ago today my Dad died. He had been OK but then had a heart attack. He was in the hospital and I saw him but he called in the middle of the night and said he was dying and he was right. I have never forgiven myself for not being there. The reality is medicine has gotten better but people are not any more or less attentive.
I learned that there is nothing I can do about the past so I honor my Father by living my best life and hoping he would be proud of me. Thirty eight years ago is a long time, but in many ways it was just like yesterday.