Randy Alcarez
I remember frank my father Helen my mother together when I was really young. I remember going fishing with him a few times. Camping at hard labor creek. Fishing at stone mountain. He taught me how to tie my shoe. I remember writing him when he was in prison in Alabama. I went out to Texas to see him when I was a much younger man. We stayed in touch for a while. Then one day he decided not to have anything more with my family and I. Later on I heard from my ex wife that he pasted away. My Sister made his arrangements.