I never knew much about my father's life.  I knew he grew up in the hills of North Carolina. He married my mother in 1983 and they stayed married until 2001 when they seperated.  On, April 7th 2003, my father passed on at 7:56 pm.  The day was my sisters birthday and I will never forget it.  I wish that I could have been there for my father more than I  was.  The autopsy say that he died of long term liver damage and of a lung disease.  But I belive that he died of a broken heart.  He wanted my mother back since they had spit up.  This is my way to pay tribute to the man that i knew as my father.