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When they lost their mom and stayed in her room just to smell her scent, I did that too to my dad's clothes after his passing. I took one of his favorite clothes and slept on it while sniffing it because it scared me when I realized he is no longer there so while his scent still lingers I never missed a single second to sniff it. One time it was time to clean all his clothes, I had to fight with my mom not to because it will remove his scent. And years passed, it was a few days before my birthday, I woke up and cried remembering my father was no longer there to celebrate it with us and I cried even more when I realized his scent is also fading away. Years passed by again, I am now 18 years old, it pains me when my dad was not part of my 18 roses and it also pains me that I can no longer remember his voice, his rough hands, his warmth and his tight embrace. I can only remember his face because of the pictures. Being left behind was such a bittersweet experience, he left us but at least he no longer feels pain.