I can't stop feeling guilty.

Rationally, I do know that it's what my Dad would have wanted. He would have been fuming if I'd turned down going to university or even put it off for a year to stay at home with him, after I got the news. He'd have wanted me out at the pub with my new friends or slaving over an essay to try and make all the oncoming debts worth while. I know that. I know my Dad, and I know that he'd be rolling his eyes if he could read my mind right now. He'd be saying,…