Three years ago, my father 1 with cancer. It was stage IV cancer, which meant that he didn’t have much time to live. When I learned that he was going to die, I 2 him in over a year and, to be honest, our relationship wasn’t the best. It was not that we argued a lot, because we 3 . But if we never argued, it was just because we didn’t talk very often.
My parents divorced when I was a teenager, and my father had to move into 4 apartment on the outskirts, which wasn’t convenient for me. My friends lived near my mum’s home, and in my father’s apartment I had a very dark and tiny room. My father 5 and he even bought me an amazing TV with the little income that he had. But I 6 in 7 tiny space, and I always made 8 excuse to avoid visiting.
The thing is, I 9 there for my dad when he needed me. Years went by and I started to feel guilty. I really wanted to have him back but I had let the relationship 10 to the extend that we were practically strangers.
When he gave me the news, he looked 11 he was truly sorry, and he told me that it was his fault that we had grown apart; he hadn’t fought hard enough to make our relationship work. I couldn’t believe how he could feel guilty when I was the one to blame.
I decided 12 an unpaid leave of absence at work 13 I could spend my dad’s last weeks with him. It was very hard and wonderful at the same time. We talked for hours every day, we remembered all the good moments, we recounted all the details of our separate lives, we expressed all those feelings that had gone unconfessed. Before dying he told me that I had given him the best present he could ever have hoped for. I was so moved to hear that, and glad. Since that day I have always regretted 14 more time with my dad. I wish I 15 things differently while my father was alive and I still had the chance.