Odds are that my father is going to die very soon.
Odds are that my father is going to die very soon. We didn't get to live together at any point, rarely agreed on something, and he wasn't the first person that came up to mind when I was in trouble. He was always there when it really mattered, though, even after I wasn't good at keeping in touch with him. Now this is probably the end, I'm living abroad and can't go back home to see him and say goodbye. I wish I had told him I loved him the last time we spoke.