My dad died on Easter Monday. Didn’t expect it, left the house keeping malice with him (because he was his usual overbearing self) got back that afternoon to see his dead body. Full of regret. Now we have to plan his burial, money no dey, and I’m the first daughter. I only have #150k in my savings. I am thinking of following him, but I have to be strong for my mom. I always thought my dad would live to see his 80s. Keep your parents close. God I miss him. I didn’t give him the life he wanted. I hate my life.