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Sometimes we never know what we have until it's gone, and I have had to experience that with  one of the most important people in my life. My dad is almost sixty years old, although you  would hardly guess it, and if you were to ask him, he'd pretend he was still twenty-nine. Eternally twenty-nine. He liked to act that way too. He used to bike all over Rhode Island on his  weekends off and sometimes roller blade near the beach, not bad for a man in his fifties. That all changed when he was hit by an RV while roller blading around a parking lot. He fell and  hit his head, and suffered severe brain trauma. That was the end of the fathe