>> i always looked up to my dad. my dad was a really soft-spoken, easy-going yet affable guy. >> here they were to the outside world, an old-fashioned family. inside, secretly, something seething. it was almost christmas 1985. 5:30 a.m. archie started work early. so did gary, who was just 20 years old then. >> he had come into my room and he said, hey, gary, i'm going to be leaving now, so make sure you get up. i said, okay, no problem. thanks, dad, love you. see you. >> gary showered, dressed, headed outside into a cold, dark morning. it was then he saw something odd lying on the pavement. >> and as i got closer and closer, i started saying, wow, that looks like my dad. and when i finally got up and then realized it was my dad, i