My dad was diagnosed at the end of August '19 and he died last week and all I'm thinking about is what I should have done but didn't do. I should have taken more time off work to spend with him. I work full time and although I sat with him every day after work watching films, it wasn't enough. I should have spent every single day I had off work with him but I didn't. Some days I would go out with friends and I hate myself for it. Every day off should have been spent with him. I didn't realise how little time he had. Now I'm angry with myself for not spending 100% of my time with him and I can't sleep thinking about it. I miss him so much :(