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My dad and I bonded over many things, but hockey was our strongest connection. We used to text during every Carolina Hurricanes game, offering critiques and celebrating wins as though we were in the same room even though we lived 700 miles apart. Even now, when he's been gone for four months, I find myself reaching for the phone, the text already drafted in my head. And then I remember. I won't get a response. Watching the Carolina Hurricanes, our team, has become both my hap