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Have you ever cried so hard you couldn't catch your breath? It made you make those gasping noises and your head starts to hurt? I'm experiencing that right now. I'm wearing my dads jacket and it still after 11 months of him being gone, it smells like him. People no matter how well they think they knew my dads and mine relationship, they will never know the bond we shared. He was my father, and I was his daughter. And that, was enough. He loved me through every mistake I ever made, he was the one that although I got annoyed with was the one I always went to. He was the one that since the day I was born, protected me from my mom. No matter how I act, no matter how I feel or no matter the words I speak, loosing my father has been the hardest thing in my life. And as the one year mark comes, I have absolutely NO idea how I'm EVER going to accept this. Not even the tears running down my face at this moment will prove how much I love and miss him.