Sadly, my step-dad. More of a dad than my real dad, my bestfriend past away. On Wednesday, Spetember 18th, 2007. I was sitting here playing Cs with Dot and some other people. I heard my mom yell my name. Thought my dad and my mom were arguing like loving couples do. Curious, I went downstairs, I turned the corner to see my mom on the phone yelling at the Ambulance people, my brother crying, my dad inhaling and exhaling deeply and long, sitting on the couch. His face white, and sweaty, his eyes rolled around in wonder, trying to focus. I began to yell at him to stay with me as his eyes rolle dinto his head and he leaned to his right and onto his side, now laying on the couch. His face turning red, and briting on his tongue, I rolled him onto the floor and onto his back, and I attempted CPR. The Ambulence sped by my house, I ran out, opened the gate, and flagged them down. They wouldn't come through the gates because of the dogs, so I held them as the SLOWLY made their way into my house. By now I had my little brother outside with me, his face away from the window so he couldn't see our dad. They worked on him for 20 minutes and they took him to Fresno/Clovis Community Hospital. At 11:-- PM he passed away. Today, Monday, Spetember 21, 2007, was his Funeral. My uncle Anthony took a rough count of 400 plus family, friends and co-workers. My girlfriend, only knowing him for 3 months, has been emotionally touched by him, and many others like her. But, it's only going to get harder before it gets any better. He was our MAIN source of income and now we have people we never knew helping us a lot. But he was Healthy as can be. Took his vitamins every night. Did Powerlifting with me. He had enough time to go for a jog, come back, take a shower and relaxe for about 20 minutes. In the three years I've known him, he's brought me away from drugs. Gangs. And has brought me into Dirtbiking, powrlifting, Loyal Friends, and Even a home and a Husband for my mom. I miss him sooo very much. He used to tell me about 40 times a day to do good in school and I was annoyed with it. And now, I with I could hear it 40 more times. He died because he had Abnormally small Arteris from his heart to his veins, which caused a heart attack. Being 6' -" and weighing 315, but the most inshape 315 pound man your would ever meet. He benched 535 pounds, and ran faster than I do, plus has jumped over a 21" gap on his dirtbike. You don't jump that in a day or two. that takes a lot of practice. Practice means you physically work to know how to land it. But, as I said, I will always miss him and love him. He's brought me sooo much. R.I.P. Sherman W. Dozier.