Analysis of Death's victim

I became death's victim by age two,
Daddy was gone by morning dew.
No note did he write,
No hug of strong might.

My mother heard the shot,
She prayed him it was not.
His heart was bullet blazed,
Mom cried out half dazed.

Two heart grueling years went by,
Till a thing called chance did fly.
A man who would never leave at dew,
He is known by many and few.

This man I now claim,
He has given me name.
He has proven death has no sting,
If we do not give it,its ring!