When he took the last breath, I knew it was real. I had not only lost my father, but the most important man in the world. The devastation was over powering, the room was spinning, and my heart was racing.The only man I have ever known was no longer sitting on his thrown. My mother by his side, holding on for dear life. As the tears rolled down my cheek, I could no longer speak. We had to say our goodbyes; the doctors could no longer try. When I heard the monitor flat line, I knew this was our last time. As I kissed his forehead, I simply bent over and said, "I love you and I'll miss you, you'll always be my bestfriend."
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