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 It has been a year... A year since Kacy had her augmentation and a year to the day when I called my Dad to check in, just a couple of days after Kacy's surgery to tell him that all went okay.  It was a year ago, I came in from mowing and sat down and called my Dad and heard hospital beeping noises in the background and found out that he was in the hospital.   That's was last year.  It has been 365 days and everything that has been going on with my Dad, the casita, Kacy, myself, our family - it has been a year.  I look back and to me it's not the individual days that define a year, it's the events. Last year my Dad was in the hospital and I didn't think he was going to make it to his birthday, let alone Thanksgiving.  I have marked the passage of time by saying over and over "Okay, my Dad made it to Thanksgiving.  Now, we've got to get to Christmas."  Then Christmas comes and I'm saying that we need to make it to New Year.  Then, Valentine's da

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