Two years ago our loved one died. He was 36. He died from Methamphetamine toxicity on December 2, 1999. He left behind a 12-year-old stepchild and a one-year-old natural child. We all celebrated her very first birthday, the first and last time we will ever share together. Our daughter attended her first funeral -- her own father’s -- just two weeks after her first birthday. Now she will never know the great love, warmth, and sense of humor of her extremely caring and wonderful father. Father and daughter will never know the love and special feelings that most will enjoy their whole life. And that is the hardest of all to deal with each day: knowing our daughter will never know her own father, not ever in her whole life. The only thing more painful, is losing such a very cared-for man in our lives, and then finding out months later that it was caused by crystal meth, a drug he denied adamantly about using again, a drug that killed him in the end. We will always carry you in our heart and soul, Tim, we see you everyday and feel you all around us. Your baby is just like you Tim -- you would be so proud of the beautiful angel that was blessed upon us here in life. I wish you could be here, I wish you could be here with us.