My Experience With My Father

My Experience With My Father
"You're just like your Daddy," grumbled my mother, walking through the kitchen and closing cabinet doors I had left open. I had to smile. I already
knew I had many traits in common with my father. We were both reticent and stoical. We both had trouble expressing our emotions. We both had
long fuses with a lot of dynamite at the end. I was definitely my father's daughter. In my younger years, my father and I had a close relationship. I
ran to the door to meet him after work. I sometimes went with him to the office on Saturdays, where I would draw pictures while he worked. My
father took great interest in his children's education and celebrated our accomplishments. At the end of the school year, he gave each of us a dollar for
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We kept insisting he wouldn't really do that, and he kept insisting he would. Finally he drove us through an underpass, while a train rolled
overhead. I'm not sure how he knew the train schedule, but he did indeed let the train run over us. Another time, when I hosted a slumber party at
our house, my friends and I thought we heard something in the lower yard. My father went to check it out. Coming back, he told us, "When I got
down there, there was a man there!" I quickly realized he was talking about himself. As I grew older, my relationship with my father became more
difficult. My father's job became stressful, filled with long hours and frequent travel. At home, the family walked on eggshells to keep from
irritating him. I was a sensitive child, and the potential for an angry outburst from my father filled me with anxiety. I loved my father and never
doubted that he loved me, but I was also afraid of him. By the time I was ten years old, I hadn't yet learned to swallow pills. My mother was still
breaking them up and mixing them with something so I could get them down. Finally my father became exasperated and told me I'd better swallow a
prescribed pill or else he would cram it down my throat. Looking back, I know he wouldn't have done anything so drastic, but at the time I absolutely
believed him. I locked myself in the bathroom and kept trying to swallow the pill with no
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My Father Essay
The leader in my life is my father, as he has helped me journey through my life till this day and will continue helping me in the near future. I think
to a large extent that my father has lead me to become the person that I am today, and I believe that I would not be the same person without my
father's positive thoughts and influential words he has provided me during the tough times I have experienced. My father has impacted me in many
ways, for example, the morals he lives by has impacted me to keep living by the same morals. The morals he believes are mostly past down from his
parents (my grandparents) and that is the reason why I will do the same in the future. I believe that my father was also greatly impacted by my
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Natalie has inspired me to remember that no matter what happens, I just need to face reality and try harder next time because there will always be
another chance. I believe that Natalie is able to continue inspiring me in the future because she is still working very hard to leave a footprint on
this world and this impacts me greatly because I believe that I will one day leave something behind in the future. Natalie's source of power and
confidence in her came from within; she is a strong independent human being that was able to pick herself up no matter what life hits her with. I
believe that she would not have been so strong if it was not for her injury, this shows that there is always be something positive behind all the
negative things. She is a true leader because she is constantly spreading her own journey to many more people because she knows that there are so
many people sharing her struggle. She is so inspiring because she has said that the most powerful tool is self–belief. [302] My World One of the most
influential leaders in my world is Emma Watson. Emma Watson is an actress and a powerful voice for many women around the world. She starred in
the popular film series, Harry Potter, at the age of 9 and has still carried on inspiring people to this day. Emma Watson is a feminist icon;

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 Father : The Hardest Time Of My Life
The hardest time in a person's life is often following the death of a close family member. Death is hard, losing someone you love and see on a daily
basis causes great grief and sorrow. For me that special person I lost was my Dad. My father died when I was twelve and it was no doubt the hardest
time of my life. Our relationship was indescribable I was his little buddy and we went absolutely everywhere together, and when he died it was like
he just disappeared from my life forever. As a young boy you really do not know how to react to such a terrible situation. Neil Ibrahim a father of four
dies young and it's just you and your brother left to carry the family name. Throughout the grieving process one learns who really cares about his or
hers well being and the upbringing of their children without a father, losing your father makes you more responsible and a more humble person
because you are all they left behind.
Family members tend to comfort each other after a tragic loss. Many would comfort us however we soon learned who really cared about us and
who did not. I always say when someone dies you see the family's true colors. Following his death I had many father like figures step up to the
plate but at the end they had their own families and rarely ever contacted me or my brother again. Uncles and aunts who I rarely ever associated with
included me in vacations and sleepovers.Throughout the most difficult time of my life people took me in and raised me as one of their own. For
instance my aunt Margaret and uncle Mark have included me in an infinite amount of family vacations and activities, they really care about me and
want to see me succeed as an individual. Afterall strangers will step in and give you assistance not for their benefit, but for the benefit of yourself.
I label this as the most difficult time of my life because it helped guide me to the person I am today. Before my Dad died I was a more reserved
child, however following the death I turned into a more responsible and humorous guy. For example I learned just how much burden is left on the
man of the house when our Dad died. He made all of the financial decision and when he was gone it was our priority to fulfil the burden. My older
brother

The first time I met him it was a hot, humid day in September with the sun blazing down on all four of us. My sister's face was beaming proudly as
she finally introduced us to her new boyfriend as he stepped around the front of his maroon truck. We stood in the large parking lot next to the
quarter mile, two story school that Lianna and I went to. He was tall, a bit lanky but also muscular. My first impression doesn't give him much
credit to the man he is today, but he gave a firm handshake and pretended not to notice when Lianna and I gave McKenna looks of approval, which
just added to the reasons to shoot McKenna more looks making her blush. It was 10:30 at night and i had decided to get food. It had been a long
day, nothing had seemed to go right. Even the sound of people talking was annoying. I was sinking, drowning, like the Titanic trying frantically to
send telegrams to nearby ships. Dodd must have heard me go downstairs because within a couple minutes he was sitting at the kitchen table asking
me how my day went. Everything I had kept bottled up, that had built up over the last few years, came spilling out. He sat across from me his light
blue eyes distressed and sorrowful. He looked at me intently not missing a word as I complained and asked all the questions on my mind. This time I
saw him not as the man McKenna dated, but as my older brother. The room was chilly, but he didn't seem to mind as he sat there in his dark blue
shorts listening. Dodd's dirty blonde hair

My Experiences Of My Father
Where I have come from goes back generations for me, where I am from is based off of what my family has gone through and how they have used
their experience to teach me. Through my family I now understand that where I come from means the way my parents raised me and why. One
very important figure in my life who makes me who I am is my dad. My dad has been through a lot of good and bad times in his life, he has many
experiences some in which I hope to recreate for myself and others I would only hope I would never have to go through. Talking to has given me
specific experiences that when I look back at have really changed me and prove to me where I am from. Another person who has given me
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I remember thinking about it for a little while but his answer wasn't enough for me and was not to the point like I expected it to be. I then reiterated
the question to him asking "compared to my life what is yours like". He got awoken by my honest interest and began to tell me about how growing up
he was the only male in the family so at a young age he felt the need to work and make money. This moment has stuck with me all through high
school and learning about how my dad grew up has affected the way he raised me dramatically. Freshmen year my dad had me ask my neighbor
,who was my best friend at the time Pete is his name, if he would be my business partner selling firewood. This was a changing moment in my life,
through firewood I have been able to make many connections with people in the area as well as help me build up my leadership and
communication skills. Whenever I felt like I couldn't do something or felt I was too young I would always think back to that specific moment when
my dad told me how old he was when he started working. Knowing how my dad grew up and lived his life thus far has helped me understand that
where I come from is a very hardworking family who even though never pursued college was able to find success and happiness.
My grandmother has been there for me since I was born, between my dad having cancer and working he didn't have time to be home very often. Since
I was born my mom was diagnosed with

My Father
It was a normal day for me, my parents were working and I was bored and juggling a soccer ball. Our family wasn't very wealthy, and we have to keep
watch of our money and keep working very hard, especially in this heat. We live in central Mexico, so the sun is boiling us all the time. But that didn't
bother me. Every day I go and play soccer at the park with other guys.
We play full on 11V11 games. My father doesn't approve of this though, he says it's a waste of time.
All of a sudden I heard "Josh! Come and eat dinner." I replied with, "Coming, Mom." I sat down and started eating, and we talked about our day and
how was it, but my father said that money was coming down on us and we're in trouble. My mother turned as white as a ghost and she was starting to
think about what we can do.
After dinner I went to sleep knowing in my head that we had financial issues, but I tried not to think about it. So I went to sleep, then all of a
sudden I heard a scream. I quickly raced to the sound of the scream and then what I saw was my father on the ground and not breathing, and all of a
sudden my mind went blank and I only could stare at the corpse of my father. We called the Ambulance they came immediately and they took my
father and me and my mother cold just stare as the ambulance drove away.
The next morning I wake up in a sweat and still thinking about what happened last night. My heart is racing, I stop and start to think about what is my
family going to do. My mom won't

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
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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 Father: An Influential Person In My Life
Who is the most influential person in your life? Most of us would say our father, mother and maybe girlfriend or boyfriend. Mine would be no
different. My father has this capacity or power of affecting me without any direct or apparent effort. The most influential person in my life beyond a
shadow of a doubt is my father. There are a lot of people who said a perfect father does not exist. Well, they have never been so wrong. Maybe not all
fathers in the world are perfect but mine definitely is. My father is an exceptional person. I love everything about my old man, the way he speaks, he
behaves and they way he moves are beyond perfection in my eyes. I am immensely proud to have the chance to be his son, I felt like I am this small
present of a great person he is. Now, sit back and let me describe how great my father was so you will know how special he is. My father was 39 years
old when I was born, as my parents were married quite late. He would be 61 years old by now. My father was working in a bank, AmBank to be
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He was only around 5 feet 3 inches tall. When I was in form 4, I began to grow taller than him. Because of that, I always made fun of him but he
never got angry at me before not even once. You would always find my father with his glasses unless he was reading newspaper. My father looked
like how most typical Chinese men would look like, fair skin, round face, small brown eyes and black curly hair. When it comes to his body, my
father was a bit flabby and plump. He had this small belly fat that most of the men after 40 have due to losses of muscle tissue or muscle mass. He
did not work out much, the only exercise he did was the once a blue moon brisk walking after dinner. I can describe every physical attributes of my
father more comprehensively but it will end up being some of the same attributes of any other man in the

Narrative Essay About My Father
My parents left each other when I was very young, all i remember was not seeing my father for a long time and my mother crying almost every
night for a couple of months. I couldn't figure out what was going on considering I was still very young but I remember how upset I when my
father was nowhere to be found and I was told he was away on vacation. It had been about 6 months and he was still "away". No one understood how
much my father meant to me. Someone who meant so much just being taken away. It was so hard to go to school and walk around town with my
mom and see kids all around holding their dads hand.
It was hard for me as a child because my own family would talk about my father right in front of me. About how bad of a guy he was. I couldn't say
much because they are my family and i would probably get slapped in the back of the head for talking back. I became very shy and kept everything
ot myself. I also became very sensitive. I couldn't speak much about the topic without crying my eyes out. As i grew older I learned I couldn't speak
about it in front of my family because they would just talk bad about my father as well as my friends because they couldn't understand considering
they all had fathers. I couldn't see a therapist because my mother was a single mother trying to feed me and my sister and had no money for that. I
went to school with watery eyes and a frown on my face almost everyday. People use to laugh at me instead of asking me what was wrong. One day my

My Father Essay
As a toddler, I spent my time living with my grandparents and my mother in Honduras. My father had moved to the United States just a few months
after I was born. My mother would work during the day and my uncle's wife would baby sit me. I was still quite young and all I knew was that my
father moved because he wanted to provide the best he could for his family. I lived in a house where not only my mother and I resided, we shared a
home with four of my cousins, two of my uncles, and their wives. Everything I received at that age came from what my dad sent my mom and the
rest of his family and what my mom earned. In 2004, months after my 4th birthday, my mother told me we were finally going to be reunited with my
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Growing up in a country where people like my family and I are looked down upon, I have come to view college as a vital piece to my life's puzzle.
My family and I like many others, did not come to this country to try and take away the jobs and educational opportunities of Americans. We came
to this country because in Central America my dad would not have the job opportunity he has now and I would not have a chance to get a degree. At
my age, girls in Honduras are being forced to choose between going to school or living. Here I have been lucky enough to have family, friends, and
teachers who have seen potential in me.
I knew once I entered high school, that there was nothing that would stop me from receiving the education, I felt I deserved. Along the years I
have met others with a situation similar to mine, who never gave and up and were able to attend the college of their choice. Neither of my parents
completed high school and have made so many sacrifices to provide for their family. In 2011, after 11 years my father had the opportunity to see his
family once again. Meanwhile my mother has been in this country for 13 years and has been unable to see her two sons. She had to make the
sacrifice of leaving them behind at a very young age and she, like my father lost the opportunity to see her children grow. Knowing the sacrifices that
both my parents had to make, just to provide an education for me, I am determined to achieve success. My

Essay about My Father's Life
My Father's Life
"The truth is that the life of an individual is not more interesting than the life of a whole nation. And another truth is that not everyone is able to
describe his/her life the way great writers do." This was my father's first response to my request of knowing more about his past life.
My father, Ruben Aslanian, was born on April 12 the year 1951 in asmall village of Abkhazia called Mteesoubanee. Abkhazia was part of the Georgia
republic during the mid nineteenth century and Georgia was one of the fourteen republics of the outdated Soviet Union. The village my father lived in
does not have anything in common with the villages of the present time. One of the main differences is that those villages were extremely...show more
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He did not follow the canon of weak and powerful and he treated all people equally. Once when he was about five years old, he was playing in the
yard of his grandfather with the three–year–old cousin of his.
Suddenly the neighbor's kid, same age as my father, came over with a stick and started hitting the little one. My father got another stick and began
hitting the neighbor's son until the left with tears in his eyes. He came back with his grandma, who was yelling at my father and except that, my
father's grandfather punished him and asked him to leave.
My father went to the bushes and started crying out of offence. "As a little kid back then, I was thinking that they were so unfair and except that they
did not let me be fair either." After a while, his grandpa came and admitted that he saw everything and that my father was right but he had to punish
him so they would not get into a conflict with the neighbors. From his grandfather's words, my father was finally relived.
Petros was his grandfather's name and he did not love my father as much, as he loved my father's younger brother named Rafik. Petros thought Rafik
looked more like himself and my father looked more like Aik Kakulian, the grandfather from the mother's side. Petros used to call my father Kakul to
insult him, something that bothered my father a lot. "After the situation with the neighbor kid, I was

My Father Essay
Have you ever wished you should of just done something when asked? If someone paramount to you or a loved one ask something from you or to
do something for them do it, because you never know what can happen. You can lose that person in a blink of an eye. There's always that one little
thing that a loved one always asks for and every time it's asked you say to yourself, " ugh my god." The day that individual departs your going to wish
to have them ask you for that favor every five minutes of your life. Just to perceive them say it one more time.
Something I will contrition for the rest of my life is the rejection I gave my father when asked to do something so little. My father and I always had a
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Every time he would ask me I would get incensed or make a face, because I didn't want to. I'd rather go play with my friends or watch TV or some
other curricular activity. Compact things like that I wish I can do now every day and every minute of my life.
When my father was here physically I thought all the unimportant things were annoying, but now since he's gone physically I find each and every
unimportant thing so significant. I regret not doing what he would ask because knowing you cant do those compact things ever again is the most
hurtful thing in the world. Who knew you would miss being told to do something? I knew once I lost the most paramount thing in my life. My other
half, my best friend, a part of me. When individuals say you never know what you have until it's gone, it's a proven fact. You don't ever know how
essential something is or how much someone or something means to you until you can't see, touch or feel it ever again.
When something is asked from a loved one or someone that means a lot to you just do it, because you never know when you can lose that person.
The day you do lose that person you will wish that you did all the little nonessential things that meant nothing to you but meant the world to them.
From experience I can say that I wish I can repeat the first couple years prior to when he was diagnosed to just do the things he asked. For the rest of
my life I will remorse the fact that I couldn't do what he asked me too, because of

My Father
My Father In my family, the person who I admire is my father. He is over 40 years old, not very tall but has got a medium built, his voice is low and
his movements are slow and cautious. In a word, he is a good––looking person in my eyes. My father is a very successful businessman, and he always
tells me the way to be a man, how to succeed in my life and how to cherish time. He is always gone through a lot of ups and downs in his life, but
my father faced the difficulties with great courage and a strong will, I have learned a lot from him, and this makes my father and me closely. My
father is my role model and I will do my best to become a person like him. He also impresses me most with his optimism, hard––working and
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My Father In my family, the person who I admire is my father. He is over 40 years old, not very tall but has got a medium built, his voice is low and
his movements are slow and cautious. In a word, he is a good––looking person in my eyes. My father is a very successful businessman, and he always
tells me the way to be a man, how to succeed in my life and how to cherish time. He is always gone through a lot of ups and downs in his life, but
my father faced the difficulties with great courage and a strong will, I have learned a lot from him, and this makes my father and me closely. My
father is my role model and I will do my best to become a person like him. He also impresses me most with his optimism, hard––working and
confidence, which I also inherited. He always tells me "life is just like a box of chocolate; you have to taste the bitterness at the beginning, then comes
to the sweetness." I am proud of my

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

The Call All I ever wanted was my Dad to be with me. When I was born my dad was with me since I was 2 years old.When I was growing up at 2 years
old I had a stepdad because my mom had left because he had done a lot of bad stuff in his past that can probably affect him in the future. When I
was 9 my mom started telling me about my dad and what he has done like, drinking while driving. Then after that she started letting me call my dad
on her phone we will just talk about me and what's going on in school and every time am on the phone with him I always ask if he was ok, and if he's
ok then I felt like heaven. But then I heard he was still drinking while he is driving and I was scared I didn't want him to go jail. Even though my dad
did lots of bad stuff I still cared about him and I still loved him. Finally the day I always wanted my 11th birthday. I been waiting so long and now it's
here. My birthday was at my greenish and grayish type a house with 7 people who live there. After people were starting to get here and I was so happy
I was like a kid on it's birthday even though it is my birthday. So later in the sunny day my mom was talking on the phone with someone and I was
curious who she was so when she was done talking I ask who that was and it was my grandpa my dad's dad . I said , "oh ok is he coming here". My
mom said "no". I was going bananas then I ask why but she said nothing. Sooner or later my grandma on my mom's side was here so I went outside
with 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

Tal Prystowsky
Mr. Petro
English 3
September 25th, 2017 June 16th 1964, that's the day my father was born... March 2nd 2010, that's the day my father passed. My dad Elan
Prystowsky, was the most hard working, caring, funny, awesome person in any way shape or form. Most people take death as a very sad time and
as a very serious time. Well, when my father passed I was only ten and my sister was only seven, we didn't know what cancer was, we didn't know
why he came home once a week and we didn't know why his head was all of the sudden bald from "treatment". For a ten year old this is a lot to
process, a lot to understand, and most certainly a lot to cope with. Growing up without a father figure in the house has always been tough but
everyone has to find a way to manage and a way to adapt to new things. Obviously losing my father was not ideal, but it did make me the man who
I am today, everything i do, i try to succeed in it. Especially sports, that's a bond him and I always had. Whether it was driving to a hockey game
down the street at Rizzo Rink, or driving up and down the east coast for baseball, he was always there, every time, anytime, and always. But it wasn't
only me who was affected, of course my mother and little sister as well. I still remember the night he passed, I had my last hockey game of the
season, I scored a nice backhand shot got off the ice and called my dad and told him right away. I remember asking him when he was coming home,
he said "tomorrow". The

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