My dad had his first heart attack when he was 38. my dad died of heart disease at the young age of 44. He left a wife, 5 kids ages 25, 20(me) 10, 6, and a 1 year old baby girl. I watched him suffer with the pain of his disease. Most of all i watched him try to cope with the fact of dying at a young age , Leaving behind a wife and 3 small children. Its been 23 years and not one day has passed that i don’t love and miss him and wonder how our lives would be different with him still here. I cant help but to think about my brother and 2 sisters having little to no memories like i have because of a great Dad.