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I don't know if this really counts, but I think it would of been when my father passed away. I was only 13 (nearly 14) at the time, and although people around me had pointed out he was getting ill I still looked at him as the strongest man in the world. He didn't live with us at the time and first I found out he was in hospital was the day he died. I remember when I was going through his house a few days later I came across a 2 week old passport type picture of him and I couldn't believe how ill he looked. Today I keep the picture on the table beside me to remind me to pay better attention to the ones I love.
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