Dad died in his mid forties from a complicated heart problem. Much too young. There isn't a day that goes by I don't miss him. One of my fondest memories of my Dad was his enjoyment of life. He had a great sense of humour. He showed his love for my sister and I every day and in many different ways sometimes in just a look. Faults he had , a temper , mad in a moment ,over it the next. Taught me to play hearts , euchre and yes, poker. He taught me responsibility, taught me to be strong through adversity, taught me love of family, and he taught me to enjoy the little things in life.