My father died the month I was turning 5. I've always had questions about him, as I have only a few years worth of memories stored up. Knowing my father - the real person - has always been something I've missed. I've played the "what if..." games frequently, imagining my life if he had lived. There will always be a hole that can never be filled within myself.I connected with Hainey on this level of loss. As small children we remember everything differently. Our expectations of life are simpler, less complicated. The questions begin more earnestly as we grow older. I know how it feels to be scared of becoming an orphan. I used to cling to my mother each night, praying fervently that she would be there for me in the morning. Hainey's memoir of his search for the true story of his father's death leads him to unexpected places, both physically and mentally. A wonderfully open, honest account of a man's quest for the truth about his past -- about the event that was pivotal in his life. Written with touches of humor, love, and insight I treasured each word.