Guilt

I've had the nagging urge to call my dad the last few days. Today while waiting for Brennan to get out of school I grabbed my phone and made the call. I wish I had done it sooner. Maybe, just maybe I would have actually been able to have a conversation with him. Kathy (his wife) answered the phone. As soon as she knew it was me, she started crying and then I started crying and I had no clue what I was crying about at that moment. Hospice brought in oxygen over the weekend. Today a hospital bed is set to arrive. He's in a terrible amount of pain and there really isn't anything anyone can do except make him as comfortable as possible. So much for the 6 months we really hoped we would have had.

I feel guilty that I didn't call sooner.