I’m not sure what part of this a regret. The father I haven’t spoken to in 15 years has just died and my heart is broken for no understandable reason. I see his picture and I breakdown. I think about him and I break down. I know he never made an effort with my sister and I but I want to know why he couldn’t love us enough to make us a priority; a question I know I’ll never have answered. I’m ok with knowing that he didn’t really love us but I just want to know if he found happiness at some point in his life. The pain i feel isn’t so much for me but for the thought that he died all alone with no one to love.