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Gosh, i dont know.... maybe the day my dad died? He got sick so we all went to go see him, but then we thought he was getting better so my sister and i both went back home (Dad was in Ohio, i was in VA and my sister was in IL) so neither of us got to technically say goodbye (we did on the phone). Sometimes i think i would have liked that but sometimes i like that he was a live the last time i saw him
I'd go back to September 1992. My dad was in the ICU with Hodgkin's Disease, which he'd been fighting on/off since before I was born (I was 9 in 1992). My stepmom brought us in to see him without explaining how sick he was. She told us not to cry because it'd upset him and I ended up crying. I wish that 1) I had been able to tell him I loved him more and 2) I had realized that I should say good bye just in case because he died a few days later and I was totally blindsided by it since none of the adults ever told me that he was dying.
AWW! Guys I totally understand where you are coming from because mine would have to be the Memorial Day before my dad passed. I wished that instead of going shopping, I would have stayed at home and hung out with him.
Along the same lines... I'd say May 2001. My grandpa passed away on my birthday and a few things happened that REALLY still bother me a lot. 1) No one told me for 3 days. I had moved away from home for the first time the week before and some friends were visiting for my birthday. No one wanted to spoil my weekend with friends. I understand, but when I called my sister to check in with her, she had to be the one to tell me. She was 16. And 2) I didn't make it to the funeral. Since I had just started that job my parents felt it would be better for me to stay there and work. There also wasn't a way for me to get there (it was in South Dakota). I could have met my dad and brother but they wouldn't let me. I still get pretty upset about the whole thing, even if my family doesn't really know how much it hurts that I wasn't there.