My dad was diagnosed with ALS in 2013 and he passed after suffering a brain bleed in 2015. I know it's been a few years but I've finally been able to deal with the guilt of the whole thing recently and don't really have anyone to talk to about my feelings. My mom divorced him when I was in high school, and my siblings have their own problems. I was only 33 when he passed, and he was one of my best friends.