Testimony Part 1

When I was 27 years old I found out my dad's family was mafia family. To find out your entire life was a lie. To find out your entire family lied to you about it dad true identity. my dad who died when i was 4 he was in a car wreck about 2 miles from the house. I remember everything on that day at only 4 years old. that is something u don't heal from ever. so I carry this in my heart forever. it's one of my cross to bear for the rest of my life. I was to little to remember a lot but bits and pieces. I remember being behind a chair when I was kids when my mom was fighting my dad. he was on everything until the sun. my dad was my hero in my eyes he'd always has been. God gave me that memory of him. I'm thankful for that but the devil used it against me as a child. the heart was in pieces. my father was my world God gave me him for those memories. he brushed my hair my teeth and gave me baths every night. he took me to get chocolate after work. I was his world and he was mine. thank God everyday for that love I felt and still feel today. hes here for momenta and he's gone. I feel him to this day.