You died of a heart attack when my mom was 5. They put your body in ice water in the bathtub to preserve it or something, I don't know. But I do know that my mom didn't know that you were dead. She sat down next to you and ate her breakfast, assuming you were sleeping. But then she saw her sisters and mom crying, and she asked them what was going on and...you were gone. In college, when her classmates were talking about how awesome their dad's were, she didn't have one. If I existed then, I would have beat the sh*t out of them. But I didn't. And I never knew you, but I heard that you were an amazing man. Wish I could've known you. I miss you, Tata.
