An Essay About My Dad

An Essay About My Dad
It's been almost two years since I lost my dad. Today I sit on his birthday writing this and these words are not enough to describe the pain I feel just
thinking of him. People always say it gets easier in time and that is true but don't be fooled by the inspirational quotes, the feeling of loss and
emptiness never goes away. My dad was a wonderful, kind man who I shared an irreplaceable bond with. He helped me get through the worst
moments of my life without even knowing it. He picked me up, he took care of me and was more of a friend than any of the friends I have ever
had growing up. Dad was always there praising me, protecting me and defending me against anyone who put me down. Of course like most good
fathers, he was overly protective at times and like most teenagers, I had my rebellious moments. He once caught me drunk and didn't say anything as
long as I kept my grades up and didn't get in trouble. Dad raised his four daughters to be close and always put family first. We often talk and joke
about him although it's not always easy. Today on his...show more content...
It was the one thing we all agreed on. My dad, a proud and strong man never liked laying in a bed or having people take care of him. It wasn't the
way he would have wanted to spend whatever time he had left in this world. My family: sisters, brothers (in laws), mother, my uncle (my dad's
closest brother) and my sister's mother in law were let in to say goodbye.I held his hand as he took his last breath and we all said our last words to
him. My second sister was telling me to say goodbye but I couldn't talk or even breathe properly to say anything at the time. I take comfort in the
fact that the last words I said to him the night before during visiting hours were "Bye Dad". It's odd that out of all the happiest memories I have, the
most painful one of his death is the only one I remember clearly. It is definitely a feeling you will never
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Essay on My Family: My Father
As I long I will be alive, my father would stay in my heart and thoughts. Every time I see my face, I can see some of his physical features through
the mirror. He not only is my biologic father, but also my inspiration in my life. He constantly inspires me to put efforts in my impossible dreams. In
return, I want to prove him myself and how capable I can be. With his personality, his role, and his unquestionable generosity, my father is a man who
influences me the most. My father's personality is not extraordinary or amazing, on the other hand, one of the simplest one I ever know. You don't
have to be fantastic like a superhero to be recognized by the ones you love. With my dad's outgoing attitude, you would be surprise that a middle...show
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However, my father would stay strong during crucial times at work for his family and himself. My father is a man of respect. I admire him as his first
and oldest daughter. No matter how mad or silly my sisters and I would get, he would be the peacemaker in the family. Let's say that my sisters and
I like to have fun at home. We have so much fun that we end up to be incredibly loud. Anyway, my dad can't stand us laughing out loud and acting
like savages at all. He would just break us apart to stop our noisy silliness. Sometimes I think my dad is over–protective. I think this way because when
my grand–father died. He couldn't tell me straight in the face. He didn't know how I would react with the bad news. So, my mother told me the horrible
news. Maybe he didn't want to tell me since he would admit that my grand–pa died.
What I truly believe is that his desire toward his children is to appreciate somebody for what they are and not their possessions or status. Just to think
about the idea, it is unimaginable to me. I don't know how people can support each other if they don't enjoy themselves together. The truth is that my
parents married each other due to their love not for anything' else. I don't think my sisters can conclude this from my parents since they're younger than
me. It feels like I am the only one who can comprehend my father's intention. I wish my sisters

Descriptive Essay About My Father
Oh, how mistaken my Dad was. I remember him looking down at me, my Dad a towering height of 6'6 and I a height of 3'5, telling me that I wasn't
reading. I remember looking down and getting sad and angry, that I thought I was reading.
When I was younger, I loved to "read". By reading, I mean being read to by my parents every night. One of my parents would lay beside me every
night on my twin sized day bed. I would snuggle underneath my quilted blanket that my grandmother made for me, and get ready for an adventure.
Our two golden retrievers, George, and Baldwin, would be either on or next to my bed, being content with just being near my parents and me. Every
night I would expect a story of adventure. Both of my parents were constantly...show more content...
"I can read The Fourteen Bears, Summer and Winter all by myself!" I said, my smile somehow growing larger. My Dad smiled a bit more and laughed,
"Mimi, you aren't "reading" the book, you just memorized it." He said laughing. I started to get sad and angry, my smile disappearing, and I started to
tear up. My Dad saw my frown and stopped laughing. "Mimi, It's ok if you don't know how to read yet, I know you'll learn," My Dad said with a
smile. I didn't return the smile, as I was still angry that he said that. I was reading! I looked at the words and said what they were! I didn't get what he
was saying!
Over time, something clicked. One night, with my mom sitting next to me, I narrowed my eyes and looked at the words. I looked at them,
remembering what my teachers taught me at Montessori, and I put two and two together. I started reading! It was slow and steady. I couldn't read
some of the bigger words, but I did it! I was reading! My mom was ecstatic and so was my Dad. From that spark, a great fire ignited. My love of
reading grew and I would read almost everyday. At Montessori, as a Kindergartner, I could read better than some of the fourth and fifth graders. I
even tried to teach my little brother how to read by setting a pile of books in front of him, and reading and describing the words. My parents loved it,
and they went out of their way to get me more and more books. When I entered elementary school, my parents bought me over $100

My Dad Inspires Me
The family member that inspires me the most if my dad. My dad has been an amazing person for as long as I can remember. He has been successful
ever since he came from Malaysia, he is very talented in many ways, he is hardworking, and almost never gives up. My dad has encouraged me to
always do my best, always study hard, and to be the best person I can be. If my dad was not here, I think I would be a very different person than who I
am today. My dad has also inspired me to one day become a great doctor like him. In this essay I will go more in depth and tell you how much of an
inspirational person my dad is. My dad is a very hard working person. It is one of the of the qualities that has gotten him this far. First off, he came to
America with...show more content...
My dad is an incredible tennis player, and he takes me to play tennis every now and then. He teaches me how to play correctly instead of using my
master strategy of baseball hitting balls over the fence. Again, my dad is very good at the musical arts. He does karaoke and plays guitar often while
recording it for people to enjoy. Crafty is an understatement for him. He can build anything with a hammer, nails, and wood. Ok, maybe not just those
things, but he built our entire basement, fixed up our house, built parts of our bathroom, and more. This inspires me to either become a doctor, or an
architect, and he inspires me to play tennis in high

My Family, My Dad Essay
My immediate family is rather small, it consists of my Dad age 55, my Mom age 60 and myself age 21. All three of us are Caucasian. My Mom
and Dad got married when they were much older, and they did not have me until they were 40 years of age. They are a little more traditional and they
each take on their own roles in the family along with myself. My mother works Monday to Friday however she is the one who cooks the meals
every evening, the one who cleans the house, does laundry and does the grocery shopping. My Dad works a longer day and makes the majority of
our household income. He comes home and enjoys his evening watching the news and then sports. I go to school, work, and then I come home to a
home cooked meal, and a clean house. The boundaries are fairly rigid in my household, my dad mostly stays away from the cooking, grocery
shopping and cleaning as that is my mother's role in the house and as much as she can complain about it I do believe she would be lost without it.
There are only two subsystems identified in my family, they would be husband–wife, and parent–child.
External Structure
The external structure falls into two subcategories which consists of the extended family and large systems.
Extended Family
My mothers extended family consists of her father Borden who died at the age of 70 from Alzheimer's. Her mother who still lives on her own in
Halifax at the age of 92 with no major health concerns. She also has two sisters Beverly 65 who lives in Halifax and

My Dad Inspired Me Essay
The family member that inspires me the most if my dad. My dad has been an amazing person for as long as I can remember. He has been successful
ever since he came from Malaysia, he is very talented in many ways, he is hardworking, and almost never gives up. My dad has encouraged me to
always do my best, always study hard, and to be the best person I can be. If my dad was not here, I think I would be a very different person than who I
am today. My dad has also inspired me to one day become a great doctor like him. In this essay I will go more in depth and tell you how much of an
inspirational person my dad is. My dad is a very hard working person. It is one of the of the qualities that has gotten him this far. First off, he came to
America...show more content...
My dad is an incredible tennis player, and he takes me to play tennis every now and then. He teaches me how to play correctly instead of using my
master strategy of baseball hitting balls over the fence. Again, my dad is very good at the musical arts. He does karaoke and plays guitar often while
recording it for people to enjoy. Crafty is an understatement for him. He can build anything with a hammer, nails, and wood. Ok, maybe not just those
things, but he built our entire basement, fixed up our house, built parts of our bathroom, and more. This inspires me to either become a doctor, or an
architect, and he inspires me to play tennis in high

Descriptive Essay About My Dad
I currently live with my parents who adopted me at the age of ten and fostered me since the age of two. My dad, a father of seven raised me as
though I was one of his own and never regarded me as anything less. He has always guided me with a strong hand and soft voice and through the
years my admiration for him grew. My dad has many stunning qualities that I admire but three of them stand out the most. He is loyal, humble, and
dedicated. My dad is loyal, as a man who was separated from his wife for long durations of time during the military his love for her stayed true. My
father first met my mom in the summer of sixty–nine she was sixteen and he was seventeen. Immediately they had a connection and a couple weeks
later they started dating. My parents dated the rest of high school experiencing the ups and downs of a relationship. Drafted into the military in June of
seventy–two my parents decided to get married before they moved to New Mexico. Forty–five years later and their love grows stronger each and every
day. My dad is loyal to his children too. My dad supports our choices and promises to always be there for us and give us advice when we need it. He
makes sure that we are all happy and he protects us. My dad always stood up for his military comrades and protected them and made sure they never
questioned his credibility. To this day, my dad, continues to be the loyal man he was in the past and I admire him for the person he has become. My
dad, a veteran of the

Personal Narrative-My Hero, My Dad
My Hero, My Dad
The wind was cold and bit deeply into the skin on my exposed legs and chest. I shivered a little, shielding my face against the cold by putting my back
to the wind. Standing alone on the platform, high against the background of the rest of the park sent shivers tightly down my spine. I watched the goose
bumps raise neatly on my arms and legs. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, sighed out my anxieties and jumped.
I was quickly being violently thrashed about inside the fiberglass tube, working my way down the cascading waterfall of death. The water slide threw
me like a rag doll in the air only to catch me again with the gentleness of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. This jolt sent my head...show more content...
There was disorder on the outside. Apparently everyone thought I was in trouble. I did not think so. The serene clarity of my water wonderland put my
mind at ease.
Unfortunately the concussion I suffered from the water slide skewed my judgment, if only slightly. A lifeguard immediately recognized my situation
and, accordingly, leapt into the pool, bubbly with the thought of saving a life. He quickly and accurately swam across the watery expanse determined
to put his training to use, saving a complete stranger. Lying at the bottom of the pool, I was completely unaware of the goings on up above. All I
remember was the hand.
My rescuer's hand plunged through the glassy surface above and took a hold of mine. I was drawn from my trance as I was drawn from the water. I
immediately gasped for air, thrashing as the oxygen started to fill my lungs. At first I couldn't tell who carried me to the side of the pool, focusing on
breathing, feeling like I had never used my lungs before. When I caught my breath, I stared into my lifesaver's face. To my surprise my father's eyes
stared back.
Astonishing onlookers and baffling the lifeguard on duty, my dad heroically jumped in the water, beat the trained guard to me and plucked me from
the blissful waters through his love for his son. All this time my rescuer, my savior, was my own dad. I did not even realize he was near enough to

Essay On Losing My Dad
Losing My Dad and Moving to America I was born and grew up in Ethiopia, moving to America three years ago. Ethiopia is one of the traditional
country where most of the population and the economy rely on agriculture. I was born in small rural town called Akaki in the southern part of Addis
Ababa City. My family depends on agriculture, my parents grow crops like teff, barley, hard wheat and sorghum, which is the common ingredients
for our day to day meal. The production of these crops takes place in traditional farming. I am the youngest kid in my family, that means I am free
from any responsibilities in my culture my older siblings do most of the things in our family. I spent most of the time playing with my friends.
Everyone in my family loves me. If something happens with in our family, the oldest one are accountable and responsible, even I am a young and
grown guy, this thing makes me lazy and spoiled person. One day my father came from farming and he looked exhausted. He just went to his
bedroom. The next morning, he felt sick. We took him to the closest hospital after the doctors did the required examination, they found out he had
high blood pressure and could be a victim of a heart attack if he did not take the necessary medication. We came back home with the prescription and
medicine. My dad took those pills only for three days, after two weeks he was sick again, but this time he couldn't breathe normally and wouldn't move
his bodies, we rushed him to the hospital

My Memories Of My Dad
As I watched family members speak about my grandpa's accomplishments, realization finally dawned on me, I thought to myself, this is real. This
one misfortune got me thinking about how my grandpa lived life. As I think about my grandpa, I see how he was a prideful, but humble man. He
had a raspy, broad voice. His laugh might have been obnoxious to others, but to me it was music to my ears. I remember all his guitars sitting in a
room, it reminds me of his admiration of music. My grandpa's smell is something that I can't seem to remember, and it's painful. His presence is
something I will always yearn to be in one more day. I was always smiling and laughing with my grandpa. When somebody says grandpa, I can't
help, but think about him chasing me around the house trying to grasp me in his arms. It truly makes me smile. My grandfather has truly inspired
me to strive for success in life. I'll never use time foolishly again, because no matter how much we think we have with a loved one, it will never be
as much as we desire. As we drove to the hospital I had my headphones in trying to block out the chatter between my sisters. The moment I wiped
my sweaty palms on my jeans I knew I was nervous. I start to think of the reason why we are driving to the hospital. I remember it was just a bland
day in the Impomeni household, we woke up and just hung out. My dad decided to get us lunch that day, so as we were dishing ourselves up my
dad's phone rang. I could hear my mom's frantic

Everyone is born with a biological father, not necessarily a "dad." A father essentially has a choice to walk out or give up. Not everyone can be a
dad or be a good father figure to their children. It's up to them if they want to take advantage of their time with you and love you eternally. My Dad
is one of the most important and influential people in my life. To you, he is Paul Derosario but to me, he is a loving father, mentor, role model,
and a friend. Our relationship is so significant and robust that the bond that we have cannot ingenuously be broken. He motivates me to be a better
person, teaches me imperative life lessons, and sacrifices a lot to provide me with a better life. I consider my dad to partially be a motivational speaker
since he always has a life lesson to correspond with every mistake or bad judgement I have ever made. Which I have a love/hate relationship with
always hearing him be persistent when talking about "shooting for the moon and something about being a star." It's quite a cliche but that is my
dad for you. Cliche quotes that even I begin to say now. I admire how much he wants to help me be an extraordinary person. My dad is certainly
very educated, he has experienced his highs and moreover been at his very lows. With that, he learns how to turn that into a constructive life lesson
for me. One quote that he continually expresses as I try to achieve my goals is, "Be the best at everything I do." Even though it can get kind of
primitive or

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only
person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who
I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to
this day, still is.
My dad has always been my biggest motivator and the reason for growing up the way I did. We had a very tight relationship; I was definitely a
"daddy's girl." I always wanted to be around him, he was someone I looked up to when I was younger. I always looked at him like he was so much more
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He was paying out of pocket for everything because the government kept on denying his request for disability and social security income. I remember
always seeing him take fifteen pills at a time with every meal he would eat.
My dad got diagnosed with prostate cancer in early 2014. It was a hard year for my family, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. Not even in my
worst dreams did I ever see my dad having cancer. The man that I looked up to, and loved to pieces had cancer. I was devastated, I remember crying
and being afraid that I was going to lose him to an incurable disease that lurked the lives of many.
About a year after being diagnosed, his doctor told him that he was cancer free. He was so happy; his face was all smiles. I had never seen him so
happy in his entire life. It was such a beautiful sight seeing my old mans face that lit up, he told everyone that he was cancer free. I was so proud of
my father for being that strong, cancer couldn't even bring him down.
Early 2016, my dad became very ill and it wasn't going away. He realized that going to the emergency room was his only option. My mom took him
to the emergency room, and they transferred him to the Lovelace cancer center. They explained to him that he had stage 4 colon cancer and there was
nothing more they could do. The doctor who told him the news told him that he would have 6 months to live after his colonoscopy had taken place. It
had been more than 6

My Dad Essay
My father is not a father. Technically, sure he's a father, but in every other meaning of the word he is not. My dad made my life miserable at a
young age by acting like a teenager and forcing me to be responsible. At the same time, I learned what is important in life and I have learned from his
mistakes. He changed my life for the better.
My dad was never meant to be a dad. He still acts like a teenager even today.
My father was hired at a factory right out of high school and moved up the ranks to a supervisor, a high paying job, when I was born. he decided to
quit seven years later after not getting the manager position he wanted, without having a backup plan. He then became depressed. He was doing
nothing and became depressed over the...show more content...
Even when my family targets me, I am still there for them and will continue to support them as long as I am able.
Through his mistakes my father has taught me what is important in my life. My dad has made more mistakes than I can count, but from every one
he has made, I have learned from. The biggest one in my opinion is having kids at such a young age and not having a plan or high paying job. He
taught me that family is more important than work. He did not appreciate either and my family is fairly dysfunctional because of it. My father's
back–up plan for anything is just spend more money to fix whatever he did or did not do such as missing a court date and him not having a job just
leaches off the rest of my family. Some things you must learn by experience. Everyone tells you that drugs are evil and to stay away from them,
but teenagers are still curious and will try them out anyway. That is not the case for me as I have personally seen how they destroy lives, kill
people, and ruin futures. There is no happiness in them except those few moments when you take them, which can also be hell as well, including
right after you take them. My father, being in the drug world has many friends, some decent people with unacceptable habits, most terrible people
with worse actions. Over half of my dads "friends" are in prison or jail and about half of them have screwed him or our

My Father: the Person I Admire Most Essays
My Father: The Person I Admire Most
Over time, there have been several people who have influenced various aspects of my life, based on their personal characteristics, accomplishments,
and values. I have been privileged to have had numerous teachers and professors who I respect for their patience and intelligence. There are artists
that have inspired me by their natural talents and original creativity. I value many political leaders, who have inspired me by their contributions to
society, and their ability to change our futures. Of all the people I have encountered in my life, the person I admire most is my father. As the youngest
girl in my family, I always considered myself to be "Daddy's little girl." Growing up it always made...show more content...
No matter how tired he was from his long work week, he would be up bright and early Saturday morning to attend any of our sporting events,
tournaments, or recitals, and then chauffeur us and our friends to slumber parties or school dances. He was always very protective and kept a
watchful eye over us. My father's protectiveness and selflessness generated at a young age for him. He is the ninth of twelve children, and often
told us stories of how he had to look after, and practically raise his three younger siblings after my grandfather had passed. He made certain they
completed their chores around my grandmother's farm, maintained good hygiene practices, and kept up with their schoolwork. School was extremely
important to my father, because he knew an education was the only way he could be successful. Proudly, he finished high school at the age of
sixteen, but could not follow the footsteps of his older brothers and join the military, because he was too young. Therefore, he decided to continue his
studies. The completion of his degree in biology was bittersweet. He was the first and the only one in his family to have graduated from college,
however, there were not a lot of opportunities for a young African–American male in 1957, in small town Alabama. After taking few odd jobs, he
decided to enlist in the military. My father had encountered many challenges in his life, but one of his toughest was seeking to date my mother. He was

Speech About My Dad
My dad is someone I have always looked up to. He has always been there for me and has helped me through everything. He tries everything just to
make my sisters and me happy. My dad is one of the most hard working and respected person I know. He will always go out of his way for other
people. For all my life my dad has always tried toughen me up and be the most independent person I can be. He has always told me to try and have
fun. Three stories come into mind about my dad. Throughout these stories he has taught me to never give up, to do things for the happiness of
others, and to enjoy the beauty of nature. It was spring break, I was around 7 years old, and my family and I were on a vacation in Florida with a lot of
our friends. We have always loved to water ski ever since I was little. At this time I have never been able to get up water skiing before. I've always tried
I have just never been able to do it. So one day on the vacation my dad asks "hey do want to try and ski today?". I responded with " I guess". So It
was just me and my dad and we took the boat out on the lake. The whole trip I never really wanted to go in the water because I was scared that
there were alligators in the lake. But when we went out, my dad kept saying "there's nothing to worry about i'll be right here". So i get in the water.
put the skis that he made for me on, and he starts the boat up. On the first try I was able to get up water–skiing for the first time ever. i was so

My Dad Essay
My dad is my hero, he goes by the name of Ray Williams. My dad is a preacher but not your typical preacher. Just because he is a preacher he doesn't
stop me from living my life and having fun that's what I love about him. People always see my father as one of the "cool dads". Some of the reason he
is my hero is that he is strong, helpful, and always there for me. Trust and believe that's not even the half of it. One of the main reasons my dad is
my hero because he is always there for me. When I was in 6th grade my parents got divorced and life hasn't been the same ever since, but my dad has
always encouraged me and ensured me that everything was gonna be okay. Whatever I needed he tried his hardest to provide. Not to mention I...show
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If they need anything he tries to help them out even though he knows it isn't his responsibility. Another example of how my father helps others is
when my friends or my sibling's friends need a ride my father will give it. If they need a couple dollars he doesn't mind helping them out. My dad even
offers to take us all out to eat and pay for everybody's food even if my friends have money. My dad has a huge heart, and nobody can take that from
him. The last reason why my dad is my hero is that he supports me in anything and everything I do. My dad is the most supportive person I could
ever think of. Whatever I decide to do (unless it's something completely out of the box), he is by my side. He always says, "If it makes you happy I'm
happy". He just wants what's best for me just like any other parent would for their child, but it feels different for me. I know for a fact when I'm in
trouble he is always gonna be there to help. I fall down is always there to pick me back up again, and at the end of the day no matter how much I get on
his nerves, and how hard of a time I always give him he's never gonna leave me In conclusion, my dad is a blessing, and I wouldn't replace him for all
the money in the world. Many people don't have a dad or take their father for granted, but I'm so grateful for mine. He never judges me, and never will,
and I know he's "Team Alisha" till the day I die. Therefore, it is safe to say, my father, Ray Williams is my

My Dad Essay
The man above all the rest, because of his influence on my life, is my dad. He is so special to me that it's hard to put it in words. My dad is the one
who had me knowing in my heart by 7th grade, maybe even sooner, that I wanted to teach someday and that I wanted to coach. My dad was a 5th
and 6th grade teacher for 23 years. During these years he coached track, softball, volleyball, and my favorite sport, basketball. I think I probably had a
basketball in my hands when I was born!
My sisters and I used to travel to games with him on the bus with their crazy bus driver, Mr. Krueger. The team membersalways welcomed us, and we
had a blast. My dad used to say as Mr. Krueger wildly whipped around another corner, "don't you tell...show more content...
I have so many vivid memories of my dad in front of a classroom captivating his "audience". I remember during a science lesson on the parts of the
body he had middle school students playing "The knee bone's connected to the...". He had the respect of his students and, in return, they worked hard
for him. He had the ability and opportunity to influence each and every one of their lives. I hope I will someday have a similar influence on my
students. I have many special memories of helping my dad with bulletin boards (not always willingly!), correcting papers (which I did enjoy!), reading
stories for contests, and just observing him.
My dad's a principal now of an elementary school, but he is probably one of the most visible, active principals I've ever known. My dad plays his
guitar and sings during school assemblies. How many principals do that? The kids, teachers, and parents all get a kick out of that. Since he was a
teacher for so many years, the teachers feel more like he is "one of them", not an egotistical administrator that feels he is so much better than
everyone else. He really loves and cares about the kids. He's so proud of the students in his school, always cutting their pictures out of the paper and
having kids be "principal for the day".
Many people have influenced me to become a teacher through their example and their sincere concern for me. Some great people listened to me and
are now my

My Life With My Father Essay
The One Week That Will Last a Lifetime Isn 't it funny how fast life can seem to pass by? Often we are so caught up in the daily actions of the
world that we miss certain things in the meantime. As if we all have infinite time to do infinite things with the people that we carry dearly in our
hearts every single day. Life as we know however, is not always this beautiful. I found this outthe hard way by losing my father, and falling into a
depression I struggle with everyday. I had a very interesting and in what most cases I consider myself to be a "modern" type of relationship with
my father. My parents had divorced when I was a child, I would go with my mom on weekdays, and my dad on weekends. Most of the time. In the
year 2013 my dad, because of the health of my grandmother was forced to move to Grand Junction. While 16 at the time, I knew that this was
indeed something he needed to do. This only made our time together less frequent than it was already was. I was a very peculiar son however, I
loved my parents there was never any question of that fact. Due to the little time I got to spend with my father however, I always felt as if our
relationship never evolved to the biggest it could be. After graduating high school last year, there was a new sense of commitment in myself however.
I was about to get a car and soon would be able to travel to and from Grand Junction at my own discretion and that couldn't have excited me more.
Finally, a chance to get that relationship

My Dad : My Father
My Dad
My father is my inspiration, motivator and the actor of my life. I am so sorry Dad! at the very last moment of your life I could not even say you
bye. I had a mountainous pile of dream to share with you, to discuss with you but all curiosity remained unresolved. I know you were excited to see
your grandson that you hadn't met since his birth. Thats the reason I was flying to Nepal as soon as possible but unfortunately we can't meet due to
almighty. You flew away before I reached to you. You left thisworld without meeting me and your grandson forever. I felt so wretched Dad. I was
teared, cracked and broken down to the road. I wasn't able to give you the physical attachment with my son to whom you were waiting for a long time
to feel, to see and to touch. I had dream of seeing your happiness after putting him on your lap. I was thinking that you would laugh at him, enjoy with
his innocents and would forget your physical tiredness and pain.
Mom said you wanted to clean the house, paint the house and fix everything before we reach there. You wished to make sure everything would be
okay so your daughter and grand son need to face to trouble but the heartless god didn't allow you to do all them. She picked you up, seized our
happiness and destroyed our cherish. I didn't have word to express to anyone at that moment. I stopped doing anything because I became like all of my
limbs alienated. I became like disable without power of thinking, without any hope, without

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