My dad was not in our lives much. He made mistakes and played for them. As I remember him my mother would tell us to write to him in jail when we were small, every weekend as I was a child. As I got old I got to know my father more and more. He was a great father and person. I loved to hang with him at his tow company where he worked at. My father showed me alot of things. I looked up to him. He was loved by many people. He had his ups and downs. Just like we all do. When he moved to Texas we lost contact for awhile. But faith brought us back. 
One day I got a call from my little sister saying that my dad was in the hospital and it doesn't look good. Within a week I flew out to him. My aunt and uncle picked  me up they took me straight to the hospital. When I walked in to surprise my father ,I dropped my phone , I did not even notice that that was him . I stayed in the hospital  till he got out, 2 weeks later father passed away. Leaving me heart broken and sad. My father was suffering from cancer for along time .