I feel guilty.
The last time I saw him he had fallen asleep and I wanted to go get some new clothes at the mall.
I told myself I would be back in a couple of hours when he woke up.
When we were finished at the mall my parents told me we would come back next weekend to see him.
We drove 2 hours back down to our house.
That night my dad and stepmom got the call to come to the hospital because he wasnt going to make it through the night.
I was at my moms so I didnt get the call.
The next morning my dad called me and told me that he passed away in the night.
I blew off the person that meant the most to me to go shopping.
I never knew the last time I saw him would be the last.