I was away doing a landscaping job when my dad died, and I'll never forgive myself for not having been there. He was getting sicker over the years, and we had just learned that his liver was going bad from all the beer he drank. That day I left for work and he was really getting soused, and frankly I was happy to get away from it for a while. In the time I was out, he staggered into the bathroom where he fell and broke his head open on the tub. Had I been there, he probably could have been saved, but since I was gone he slowly bled his life out on the bathroom floor.