Fatherhood is an area I will never comprehend but when fathers receive recognition my father was worthy. His birthplace is not fully known and neither is the name of his father. His mother is said to be someone I am completely uncertain of. However, I had the pleasure of enjoying his adoptive mother and her husband. Much of what I thought I knew I did not know and he did a great job of keeping this information from me for likely good and personal reasons. Towards the end of his life matters began to unravel. In December of 1996, several months after having surgery, I went to give my dad his Christmas gifts. He had not been answering his phone for some time. Although I had become accustomed to this for some years before my surgery, this time was odd. Previously, my father was involved with someone who had a visible addiction. There were years where I rarely spoke with him for long periods. But this time I wondered why he suddenly became silent again. So I went in person and noticed he answered the door but did not invite me in. He barely cracked the door which was quite unusual. I never experienced this before because I had a key and could have gone inside but decided instead to ring the doorbell. I noticed he was coughing and appeared quite ill and frail. Within a few days, I returned and discovered my father was basically in need of emergency medical attention. While he initially resisted, I phoned the ambulance and he went willingly. During the emergency room wait for a
All of the statistics are in relation to fatherhood or the lack thereof. It relates fatherhood to a number of consequences left on the child or children. All of the sources used seemed to be cited correctly. The statistics seem to all have reliable, scholarly sources of information.
Many people have ways of influencing others. Most people use words to affect other people. An amount of individuals would utilize their gift of persuasion to convince others of their causes or maybe arguments, while some use authority to force people to do as they are told. These several differences can apply to fathers as well. Not all fathers are similar when it comes to educating their children. Many are gentle, while some are more dominant. Randy T Caldwell, a somewhat young spirited middle aged man. Dark skinned with black Gucci frames to accommodate his big brown eyes. Standing 5’11, board shoulders, happy, loving, man of
I read the book A Father's Promise. It was written by a women named Donnalynn Hess. The
A phenomenal, strong, and intelligent woman. I introduce myself in such ways because I am a daddyless daughter, however being a daddy-less daughter does not define who I am. It does not take away the hard work, and achievements I have encountered in my 20 years of living.
The night of December 9, 2011 was easily one of the worst of my life. It all started before I woke. At around 2:30 in the morning, my grandfather (Pepaw), who resided in Keyser, West Virginia, had fallen very ill. My step grandmother called my father to let him know that his father needed emergency surgery and asked him to travel to Keyser Hospital as soon as possible. After the first surgery was completed the doctors at the the Hospital determined that he needed an additional emergency surgery that they were not equipped to preform. At 5:30 A.M. he was Medevaced to Morgantown, West Virginia for the next surgery. After he arrived, the Morgantown Physicians assessed his vitals, and in consultation with the Keysers doctors, they determined that Pepaw was not strong enough to undergo the second
It is evident the messages of motherhood changed throughout the decades. In the 1950s the nuclear family was portrayed as the ideal family—mother, father and two children. It was during this decade in which the middle class was created. Mothers stayed at home to care for their children and the home. They were always nicely dressed, carried an immense smile and were ready to serve their husbands and children. I recognize the messages about motherhood being different from the 1950s to the 1960s in that the role of motherhood was socially influenced by women’s skin tone. Although slavery had ended—African Americans were yet to be free. White children from wealthy families were being raised by women of color while their mothers took care of solely
To this date, it was the worst phone call of my life. I was informed my father and stepmother were in a motorcycle accident in Florida where they retired for the winter. My stepmother was expected to have a painful, long recovery, as she suffered from multiple fractures to her face, a dislocated jaw, and pelvis that was broken in 3 places, plus many small cuts and bruises. My father, however, had not awakened after the accident and we should get to the hospital in Florida as soon as possible. My brother, his wife, and I booked flights and we were on our way they next day. It was not how I expected to spend Easter. The next four days were a blur. We met with doctors and nurses and didn’t feel like we had any answers to the real condition of our father. We knew of his injuries but not what they meant to his future. He had bruising between the hemispheres of his brain, on the outside of the brain, bruising on his brainstem, and multiple open fractures on the left side of his body. I couldn’t get any of his doctors to tell me their opinion on his prognosis. They would only say, “we need another 48 hours”. The only thing I could think was, “if you knew my dad, he would hate this. You life flighted him, now he’s hook to machinery to breath, and all he would have wanted was to have the ambulance run him over and put him out of his misery”. We knew my father’s wishes and they didn’t look anything like
It was the worst feeling I have ever felt. Finally, after spending one week in the hospital, he was able to go home with a follow-up procedure to fix the AVM that had a rupture and bleed. On the day of the procedure to have an embolism, he was going to be put to sleep for 72 hours because, they wanted to keep his blood pressure extremely low, before the surgery the doctor said it would only take one hour, after four hours of seating in the waiting room the longest four hours of my life, like any other human being I was thinking the worst and was scare off all the risk all over again, like any other surgery you have a chance of stroke or even death. I imagine myself without my father and me began to cry, how could I possibly be able to keep living a life where I don’t have my father. The doctor who performs the surgery came out and said everything was good and he had no problems, that was a relief, now the hardest part was going to the ICU and seeing my dad hooked up to what it seem like millions of monitors, and having him breathing with
. The quintessential Father figure of the early 20th century was characterized by being the main breadwinner and disciplinarian of the family. Although he viewed himself as a role model, he had very little involvement in the nurturing and caregiving of his children. However, as soon as this idea about the role of the father became the norm, it was already undergoing an immense amount of change. With the growing acceptance of feminist ideals, gender roles have become more neutral, and economic trends have brought higher levels of financial equality to woman over the years. Subsequently, contemporary parenting has begun to redefine the
As I was locking the apartment and leaving for school, my phone rang, "Can you come to the front door? I am not feeling okay", said my dad. I rushed to the front, helped him get out of the car, and carried his stuff. "What happened? How did your dialysis go? Why are you not feeling okay?" He was lacking so much energy that he couldn 't answer any of my questions and kept walking slowly while holding on to me. "Let me take a break," said my dad as he leaned towards the wall. As he closed his eyes he fainted and collapsed. I didn 't let him fall but slide down by the wall and reached for my phone and dialed 911. I sprinkled water on his face from his water bottle I was carrying as I stayed on the phone with the operator. Within few minutes they reached, got my dad up on the stretcher and took his vitals. I explained them as to what happened while getting on the ambulance with my dad. He was rushed to the nearest emergency. I stayed with him the entire time and informed my family as soon as possible. The medical team got him stabilized soon and explained that there was extra fluid taken out during dialysis than normal which caused him to lose all the energy and faint. Bringing my father to the hospital and calling for help on time shows my compassion towards my father 's sufferings and an ability to stay emotionally stable at such a stressful time. My father 's decline in health has motivated me to get into healthcare because I have always felt very limited in terms of helping
I remember the moment my uncle came to pick me up in class. My family wanted me to visit my father. I knew he was in the hospital for an allergic reaction. Many days had passed since I saw him last. Seeing him in the intensive care unit was terrifying. Large blisters covered his body from head to toe. Several had broken down to purple-black sores that looked like his body had burned. Skin swelled up and was oozing all over. Doctors had connected him with machines with tubes all over on his body. I felt he wasn’t coming back home. However, as the days elapsed, he improved, doctors removed the tubes and in fifteen days he returned to baseline. The fact he survived from such a severe reaction astonished me. This incident had a
Collapsed. 3rd January 2015, I was awoken by the hysteric screams of my mother coming from her bedroom. I rushed in just to see the sight in front which overwhelmed me with waves of anguish. My father collapsed on the floor. foaming. My tearing mother by his side screaming out "995!". The following crucial hours felt like days as I followed my dad who was rushed to the A&E department - my world just took a 360 Degrees change. The A&E department diagnosed that my father was struck down by an Acute Ischemic Stroke, killing off his entire Cerebellum, severely reducing his cognitive abilities. My father was bed-ridden, unable to speak and control his movements properly. Reality struck me, my beloved father will never to be like normal as he was
“I am a fatherless daughter that survived your failure. I’m moving forward, my life is better than yours. I’m better than you, and you are missing out on something spectacular.”(unknown). An experience that has shaped my identity is when my dad had left and signed his parental rights. While my mom and dad were married, he was abusive and wouldn’t treat her right. My mom would leave me with my grandma so that I wouldn’t see the stuff my dad would do to my mom. My mom decided to leave my dad, so then my dad took my mom to court.
father son relationship by making the son superior to the father. The chaos of this power dynamic is exemplified when Stevens is asked to restrict his father’s duties around the house, due to his decreasing health. Stevens enters his father’s chambers to deliver the message and recalls dictating
Being a little girl all I ever really wanted was a father that is was there for me. Growing up I was one of those depressed girls who never got to experience the love of her father. Never got to feel the warmth of my father’s hug after a long day. Never experiencing the love and protection from him. Leaving me to question why he was my father for the rest of my life... This is my personal narrative and I will be telling you about the time my father stood me up.