my dad asked me to hug him before he died and i ran away

A few days before my dad passed from cancer, he asked me to hug him. I was so little. The chemo had left him basically just bones and I was so scared I ran away.

He died the next day.

Before the cremation I touched his cheek. So cold. I was SO young and I still can't forget that feeling.

Mom tried to hold it together so I wouldn't see her cry. I remember sneaking off to the bathroom during the funeral and sobbing in there like I couldn't breathe.

I never got to hug him back. I'm so sorry, dad.

I tell my friends all the time, like every time I see them, "tell your parents you love them, do it often." Nobody really listens.

But it's true. You literally cannot get the time back. If you're reading this, go tell them. just once more. please!!