Thanks Holly and Pinky. It was a very harsh situation that took me two years to get past. When my Dad died, I blamed myself for a long time. My wife, daughter and I had been somewhere and we drove right past Dad’s house just hours before the fire of their home started. My daughter seated in the backseat was only 5 at the time, but she started saying, “Grandpa, Grandpa.” I asked my wife if she wanted to stop and she told me if I wanted to. We were going to be there for dinner the next day, which was Sunday, so I just kept driving. I always wondered what would have happened differently, if I would have stopped.
How would you have felt?