Scenes of the night my father passed away keeps on lingering in my head, whenever I’m alone or not doing anything it will surface in my head.. Whenever I start thinking about it the feeling of emptiness will take over me completely. It feels like I’ve been rob of something, I feel my heart aching. I can’t help but hate myself, for not doing enough for him. Why can’t I feel this way when he’s alive? Why am I so selfish? There is totally nothing I can do to make it up to him anymore.