My Angels in Heaven

My dad, Glenn Dale LaRue, was born Nov. 27th, 1948. I do not remember my dad. My mom tells me he kidnapped my sister and I once because he came over and no one was home except me and Lisa she was 3 and I was just months old. He looked in the fridge there was no food. So he took us up to Big Bear Ca. where his sister Shirley lived. My mom took him to court and lied to get us back. My dad loved my mom so much He couldn't stand the thought of living without her and us. So he got into drugs, He met people and got in real deep. He got into shooting up and his drug of choice was morphine. Now all my life my mom told my sister and I that our dad had went to take a nap and just didn't wake up. I didn't find out what really happend until I was 14. My aunt Shirley told me my dad wanted to clean up his life in April 1975 he went to her house and asked her if he could stay with her awhile so he could get away from the 'life' he had been living. He wanted to be a good father to Lisa and I. She said yes and was so happy to hear him say these things. My dad went back to San Bernadino where he shared an apartment with another guy. He got there and started to get his things together when two other guys came over his roomate let them in and then left. Whoever these men were they beat my dad so bad that they could hardly identify him. They gave him two shots of morphine there were two puncture marks. The first shot had enough to kill him aunt Shirley said she guessed they wanted to make sure he would die. My dad died all alone in that apartment April 26, 1975. I was 5. The coroner ruled it a suicide, the dual puncture marks were there because my dad was shooting up before this day as well. I don't know for sure what happend, he was beaten up before he died. Maybe that is what pushed him over that edge? I don't have any pictures of my dad and me. I never knew him really. I had dreamed of him he had longish hair and a beard. Mom always told me he was clean shaven. Well when I was 14 looking through my aunts photo albums there he was longish hair and a beard! I did remember him! I was so happy. I sometimes look at people and how they treat thier parents and say man if only I had my dad. My dad is perfect he never told me no, never spanked me, never grounded me. But then again he never walked me down the isle, he wasn't there when his grandchildren were born, he wasn't there for any important dates. I miss that but I know if he could he would be here now and in spirit he is. And now he has met my Shane and that I am happy about in a sad sort of way.