When I was about 11 my uncle (idk how he was my uncle, probably older gen) died, but literally a couple days before my mom visited him for the last time. That day, she came back earlier than she would have because I was lazy and didn't want to go to an after-school club, so i came home without her knowing, and without knowing myself that she was there. Basically I shortened the time my mom got to spend with my dying uncle because I was lazy and didnt want to go to a club. I didn't know him or remember him, so I wasn't really upset about it. have a nice day