I lost my father last month. He died unexpectly and was found in the restroom. He was suppose to meet me at my house the next morning but never showed up. My parents had argued earlier that day. He called me to tell me but I was at work and didn’t make time to listen. 7 days before he passed he was complaining about his stomach hurting I gave him baby aspirin. It helped him but when he asked what I gave him I lied and said it was Aleve. I thought he might not take it if I told him the truth. Turns out he has bought a bottle of Aleve after which meant he was having stomach pains for sometime. Turned out he had a heart disease for years that we didn’t know of. The guilt of not telling him it was baby aspirin and possibly saving him is killing me. It’s been really hard to move forward. I can’t accept that he’s gone:(
