by Ky Funk
my dad passed away from terminal brain cancer july 29th 2012. the last time I saw him alive was july 4th 2012. He would call and tell me that I needed to come home ( I lived 4 hours away) and I kept putting it off and putting it off. I only saw him once a month for a couple of days at a time and I wasn't there when he passed. I feel more guilty than anything else. He always called me a brat,but I would do anything to have just one more moment to tell my dad I loved him.