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This happened some time ago.

My grandfather and I were super close. Essentially he played the role of my father. We were best friends.

He worked as an operator at a steel refinery. He was one of the guys that controlled the huge machines that put the billets on the rollers etc. It was a physically toxic environment which resulted in emphysema as well as lung cancer.

Near the end of his life, he suffered a heart attack which landed him in hospital. The family rallied around him, and we would take turns visiting him, taking care of him, taking his favorite snacks / magazines etc. We all spent a lot of time in the hospital with him just to make sure he wasn't lonely.

At this time, I was in training for a new job and was in the final evaluation phase. During the last week, we were called to the hospital by the doctors on three different occasions to "say goodbye" - the doctors were convinced he wouldn't make it through the night each time. Granted, his organs were shutting down one by one and was basically only alive because he was hooked up to a dialysis machine. 

Keep in mind, each time we got the call from the doctors, we all took our turns saying good bye. He was no longer conscious at this point. We were all shattered, basically having our final words with him each time. Each time we got the call, we dropped everything so that we could go through to see him.

On the day that he died, we got another call from the hospital saying that we should come say good bye to him. This time, I refused to go. I had already said my good-byes and was way too emotionally raw to have to go through it again. Part of me felt that we would just get the same call the next day, and the next after that. I think I was in denial that he was actually dying, telling myself that he will pull through it. Needless to say, he passed away that same day, and since then I have carried a lot of guilt with me for not going the last time. 

AITA for not going one final time? 

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refusing to visit my grandfather one last time in hospital