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Dear Dad,

Dear Dad,

I can't believe it has been a year since we said good bye.

Watching you go was the second hardest thing I have ever had to do. The first is having to tell you that Mom was gone.

I miss you every day, but today is especially hard.

I knew you weren't going to be with us forever. I knew how much you missed Mom. I just had hoped we would have more time.

It is whirlwind. We went from thinking you would be coming home the next day, to thinking you still had enough fight to pull through, to having to watch you slip away from us.

Friday you could still hear me from across the room. I will never know why you chose to hear me and ignore the nurses when we first arrived at Hospice.

Saturday I pulled the blanket off your feet and asked if it felt better. You couldn't hear me. I had to walk halfway to you to get a response.

That's when my fears were confirmed: you would be gone before the end of the weekend.

Sunday I found myself staying with you until Dave Marsh arrived …