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for New York. He was verbally abusive. Myfather, like myself, had always been a dreamer.Even though he had never graduated from highschool, he never doubted his potential. He feltthat greatness was inside him. He followed hisdreams, but was only met by failure andfrustration. As a family, we were always well fedand clothed and had a nice roof over our heads,but he began to see himself as a failure. To me,that is so sad. I know that he was a good man. Heloved his family so much. When his health beganto fail and my mother went to work, it washumiliating for him. He was in a lot of pain for along time.The last time I saw him, I had Michelewith me. The hospital would not allow her in hisroom. He was pushed in a wheelchair to the lobbyof the hospital. He could hardly speak. Michelesat on his lap and gave him a big hug. He likedthat.I do not know if an autopsy was done, butI was told that he died of a blood clot in his lung.It was during this time, after my father'sdeath, that my mother was able to spend a lot oftime visiting with us in New York. She took in ayoung man as a boarder to fill up some of theempty space in the family house and to provide a225