First, before I even get any further than the title of this piece; let me make it abundantly clear that I had a wonderful relationship with my father. He was very present in my life. I knew who he was, and he provided for me emotionally, mentally, physically (with his presence) and financially since before my birth and beyond my 21st year. However, he was human and so was born flawed. I lost my Dad suddenly a little over a month after turning 22, within a week of the one year anniversary of working at my first “big girl” job and moving into my first apartment. The day before he…