Dad… I know you've been gone for 2 years now, but I can't stop thinking about the last time you called me, the one time I didn’t answer.

I’ll never forgive myself for letting it go to voicemail, for not picking up when you needed me most. If I had known it was the last time I’d ever hear your voice, I wouldn’t have hesitated. But I did, and that choice will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I knew you weren’t doing well, but I convinced myself I could call you back later, that my job was more urgent. I see now how wrong I was. I don’t know if you held that against me in the end, but I pray you didn’t.

Dad, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, even if I’ll never be able to forgive myself.