I lost my day in 2002 and my mum in 2003.
Dad was totally out of the blue and like you Kris i was just pulling into the car park when i was phoned to say he had died.
Like you i asked myself the questions, what if i had gone faster? what if i had taken a different route? and then i think, if i had gone faster what was the chances i would have been driving beyond the speed of the road, me or the car and had an accident?
It is a real killer when you never get to say good bye, or never get to say sorry for what has happened in the past, me and my dad were never 'that' close, and i wanted to tell him that despite all our differences in life i was still proud to have him as a dad.
Mum was very different, she was told she had pneumonia, after 12 weeks she still had it, when she was taken for a x-ray it was found she had advanced lung cancer
The day before she died she was in hospital having collapsed, as we were leaving my then 3 year old managed to let go of my hand, ran back and give her nan a big cuddle and told her that she loved her, i didn't think of it, and gave my mum a cursory 'see you tomorrow'
6am the phone rang, she was dying, i got there but was not allowed to see her, by the time i could see her she had gone, again i never got to say goodbye whilst she was alive.
I spent 3 months in counselling, it helped a hell of a lot, but even now, 5 year on i still miss, i still want to call them up and tell them what we have done or what we are doing......
It's an irony, the pain is there because we loved them so much