My mum brought me up on her own, no way I would ever shrug her off, will always have the time for her, same as she has always had time for me.
I'm 26 now but i left home at 19. Guess I see her once a week. We both work a lot so I mainly a text or call every couple of days to.
My dad died at just 48, I was 20. I drove past his house on the 26th September thinking should I pop in and see him seen as I was going past, anyway I shrugged it off. 28th of september my Nana rang me in tears saying she has just found him dead. He had massive pulmary embalism (blood clot traveled to his heart) and suspected he died on the 27th.
I always think to my self, wonder if I had just popped in, maybe I would have noticed he wasn't well and got him to the doctors or even just to have 1 more chat with him.
Sorry to put a down on things but it certainly makes me think about things now. I try to see loved ones as much as possible now as you just do not know what is around the corner.