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Sometimes I want to call my dad and talk. About how I feel, and what's going on at my job, and how things are with Craig. But I can't. And I can't tell him that I'm sorry I wasn't there while he was awake in his bed, and that I wish he'd gone to the doctor sooner. I want to tell him I'm sorry that I thought he was a hypochondriac. I want to tell him I love him. I want to sing with him. I wanted him to walk me down the aisle--if I ever do get married. I want him in my life. It's been over a year and I still can't cope.

I want my daddy.

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