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Beautiful! I started to cry halfway through watching this at my desk at work. I remember my Daddy rocking me to sleep when I was 4. When I was 17 I was arrested (I was a stupid kid) and he came and bailed me out. He was there for me when I was having tough times. The last time I saw him was at my wedding. He flew thousands of miles to be here. He died two months later in a car crash. I love you, POPS!