My biological father passed away unexpectedly, I didn’t answer his call and a few days later he was deceased from falling and hitting his head on the night stand beside his bed. Died instantly. If I can say anything to him, is I love you and I am sorry for not picking up his call, and I forgive you and the people involved for keeping you away from us.
Losing my dad when I was only 4 meant I never really got to know him. But his picture on my fireplace is a comforting presence. I often find myself wishing for more time with him, especially when I see the strong bond my kids have with their dad. It makes me wonder how different things might have been growing up with my own dad around.