Why my father’s death made me a happier person

A few hours before I received the phone call we all dread as daughters and sons, the last moments I had with my father were ones of anger. I left our family home while he waited by the door apologising for raising his voice at me. I pushed past him and slammed the front door behind me. I didn’t accept his apology nor look at his face for what was to be the last time I would see him alive, and I don’t regret it.

I loved my father dearly. He was my best friend and my rock that I leaned on for most of my life. I could talk to him about anything. Money…