My dad, my best friend died on Wednesday. He had a fit at the end of August 2019 which led to a stage 4 lung cancer diagnosis with brain mets. Everything changed so quickly. He was gone 13 weeks after diagnosis. I miss him so much. I lived at home with him and my mum still (I'm 27) and I'd watch films with him every night after work. We were so close. When he was first diagnosed, I spent the whole of September with him. My biggest regret is that in October, on my days off work, I spent a lot of my days off with my friends when I could have been with my Dad. When he started getting worse (early November) I spent all of my days off with him but it's never enough. I keep thinking, that day off I had when I went to the pub, I could have been with my amazing dad. I just feel empty and heart broken and I'm wondering... Does it ever get any easier?? My dad was very strong, but 3 days before he died, he was crying to me, hugging me, crying out "When is this horrible feeling going to end?" and he told me he loved me over and over. I can't stop thinking about it. Now he's gone, life seems meaningless and unbearable. I dunno what to do. Does anyone have any tips or advice?
