My father dropped deadof a heart attack at the age of 43--43 years old-- and when he...

My father dropped deadof a heart attack at the age of 43--43 years old-- and when he died,I looked up to God and I said those words, because my father was so young, so full of life,so full of dreams. Why would God take him from us? Truth be told,I never really knew him or what his dreams were. He was quiet, timid,almost invisible. My mother didn't thinkmuch of him. My mother's mother hated him. The man never scratchedthe surface of life. Maybe it's best he diedso young. He wasn't doing muchbut taking up space. But that doesn't make for a verypowerful eulogy, now, does it? I wept.I screamed, "why, God? How can I not hate you when you steal from me the person I most love and admire in this world? I don't understand it,and I hate you for it."