A man I hardly knew died 13 years ago. At his own hand. He didn't consult me. He didn't consult anyone. He had known me since my birth. I had known him since I was 12. We spent 7 weeks together in the 14 years I new him. I loved him. I love him. I miss him. He was my biological father. Because of him I have freckles, bigger hips than I would like, and strange looking feet. Because of him I have a family that I love and desire to be with, I have an insatiable appetite for books and I know about unconditional love. Because of him I grew up in a home full of love. I was taught God's love and I shared the last name of everyone in my home. He left me devastated. But not nearly as devastated as he left his wife and two other children. Those that saw him daily. Those that talked to him everyday and saw his smiling face. Their lives were changed forever. My life was changed forever too. A part of me is missing and always will be. I know what his thoughts were, I know how he was fee...