I guess I can't say to much about a man
who didn't know about me, nor that I got to meet.
My father passed away in 1988 from a massive heart attack. From
what my sister, Patty, tells me, he didn't suffer. My dad had gave his heart to the Lord just a few months before he died.
I had an Uncle Frank die from a massive heart attack also at age 36 or 37.
Also on this page are pictures of my
2 sisters and brother on my dads side. I went and had dinner with all of them and their mom, Emma, who is also my 2nd cousin.
All of them accepted me. They are the only way I will get to know my dad.
All of them are so dear to me.
is just an example of why we need to know our family history.