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Dad died a year ago today.

He went so fast, from being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, to falling a few weeks later and breaking his hip, and then that last week was horrific and undignified and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

We're having a gathering at Pauline's tonight. I'm going to pick up 18 balloons soon and we're going to let them go and think about him and no doubt tears will happen. Because I miss him, so very much.

I wish he could me now. Not that it would matter. No matter what I looked like or did, I was always his little girl and I always knew he loved me.

And I loved him right back.