i've seen my father's ghostnnbut i've never seen my father's gravenni lost my heart and my mindnnin the winter of nineteen eighty eightnnit was a cold onennand it snowed like hell for nine monthsnnnnthe worst wasn't over, man, let me tell yannnnmy father was a boxer and he took his lifennon the top of the building where he would fightnnalright?nnsay alright.nnand his eyes were lit up like the skynnin the middle of the night, on the fourth of julynnwhen he said i was more handsome than jesus christnnnnnnwe'll say goodbyennwe'll say goodnightnnnnnnhe said,nnremember me as a man,nnnot a ghost,nnthe man that loved you the most, brian.nnplease remember me,nnplease remember me.nnnnnnnni saw the fear in his eyes when he passed.