My father died. and i need help to get over my regret

3 years ago my dad died and we werent that close becucause he was a big truck driver and gone all the time and when I was 2 they split up its been hard these past few years and everytime I cry over the same thang regret I never treated him like I was...

suppose to I remember when my mom told me for sum reason I made my self cry ?? And I dont no why I did luv my dad I guess I was shocked and didnt no what to do but anyway like I was saying everytime I was with him I would fake a smile ? I really just dont understand why tho ? ... But I did have a good week with him before he died I spent the whole week with him and it was real and I didnt fake my smile or anythang but like I said he was a big truck driver and I remember it was late and he laft on the big druck and I remember me giving him 2 hugs and I watched him walk onto the big truck and for sum reason I cried knowing sumthang was going to happen and me being selfish I didnt call him for 4 days then I found out he was dead . But I just need help to get over my regret I do miss him and I cry about that 2 but I knoe hes with god fishing and hunting in heaven and I know one day hell meet me at the gates of heaven . And out of coureousity did anyone knoe my dad hes name was robert alan stanley , but they usally called him alan ? And his name on that thang walkie talkie type thang on the big truck was buck shot ??? Anyone thnks
Krystal

Ok it must be really hard but you need move on with your life. Your dad knows you loved him and still do. He is watching over you. He would definitly not want to see you crying I know its hard but just think. In time you will see him again. And all you have to do is think what if he saw me crying. Its hard but move on your dad loves you and you love him. Just try to move on, it will help in a long shot.

after my dad died when I was 17 I had all these things I never said to him and I felt guilty because I didnt go see him for like 2 months before he died, because it was so hard to see him so sick.
a therapist told me to write letters to my dad and read them out loud and then get rid of them, rip them up in tiny pieces and throw it up in the air or burn it.
I chose to burn it, but in a safe place where I wouldn't start any fires, and it actually makes me feel better.
I do this with a lot of my emotions,
I pray to my higher power, you could call it god, to take these bad feeling from me, so that I can live in happiness, then read the letters and burn them.