An Essay About My Dad

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

It has been almost 3 years since he has passed and there is not a day that goes by in which I do not think of him. This really hit me hard and it took a while for me accept the fact that I will never get to see him again. From going through the experience of a loss I have learned that life can take you in a blink of an eye and that you need to make the most of it because you never know what is going to happen

As much as I would love for my father to be alive at this very moment, I have learned so much from that experience and I don’t know where I would be without it. This experience has made me a better person in general and has given me the ability to appreciate everyone else for who they are. No matter what goes on in their lives. I believe that I am on this earth for one reason; and that reason is to make others feel like they have meaning in their lives. I strive to continue my father’s legacy by living by caring for others before myself. I try to relate and feel the sympathy for everyone else that has pain and hardship going on in their lives give them the respect they deserve. This is the impression my father has made on me, and the legacy he has left

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"DADDY!!!" My chest was heaving and my cheeks burned from being scraped raw by my salty tears. My dad killed himself when I was 6 years old. Side effects of his medication. He took multiple pills everyday and everyday he lost another piece of himself. I miss my dad. He was such a good father to us and an amazing husband. He was everything you could ever want in s father. He had brown eyes like me, dark brown hair like Judith, he was tall, and his smile could light up a whole building on its own. He was such an optimistic and easy going man and everyone loved him. But like all of us he had his demons and sadly they

The loss of a parent is a traumatic experience, especially when you are only 15 years old. I had everything in the world at that point, until I lost my best friend. The man I looked up to my entire life had now taken his own. My dad embodied what it meant to be the family man; if he was not at work, then he was devoting his time to his wife and kids. Almost every day was filled with a new adventure, whether it be a bike ride to the botanical gardens or a fishing trip to a picturesque lake in Michigan.

The predicament I am in right now is a blessing, considering the trials I have dealt with in the past. Growing up in inner-city Jacksonville propelled me into the man I am becoming today. Some of the circumstances that many inner-city adolescent youth deal with growing up, such as single-parent households, and inadequate financial stability; automatically dubbed me as a product of my environment. Paving a way for my family is what motivated me the most, and like many teenagers, I felt the task could be strictly achieved by athletics. I had a strong aspiration of playing professional sports, and had varying degrees of success in basketball, and football. Honestly, I was never considered the greatest by my peers, but it was hard to debate my work ethic. Seeing my mother work rigorously day in and day out inspired me. She encouraged me and imparted her knowledge on life’s challenges towards me.

I always knew we were going to lose mum, it was inevitable. But no-one could have ever guessed we would lose dad as well, it’s wasn’t fair, it isn’t fair and it will never be fair. Mum died from a cancerous brain tumour three months ago, I turned eighteen today and dad left yesterday.

My favorite memory of your dad was when he wold always play my favorite song (Rapper's Delight) even though everybody hated that song. Your dad was such a nice and funny guy. We will all keep him in our prayers and in our hearts. Everyone has your back.

For almost a decade I could not accept the reality of loss. But as time progressed, I learned how to turn a negative experience into a positive one. Although I still have periods of grief, I know my dad lives on in me. Every accomplishment I achieve, I think of him. My father would not want me to be depressed. He would want me to be happy and move on with my life. I view this as the reason why I have the inner strength I do as a young adult. I will never forget my dad and the times we shared. I understand the reality of loss. I learned to appreciate the time I have with those I care about. Time is fragile, we never know when we could lose somebody. Allowing myself to grieve, but trying to find meaning and appreciation in every hardship I faced enabled me to become

My family has gone through a lot over the past few years but my dad has helped all of us get through it. My dad has been deployed in South Korea for a year. Even though he is thousands of miles away he has been with us through it all. Over the year we have had to plan and get ready for a big move to Germany. Since he is deployed he has to be alone

One event that defined a part of my life that involved literacy was when I had to write a

A year later, we sat in the hospital watching his health deteriorate. I remember sitting in the hospital watching, and thinking I was in complete control, but having to slip away in order to pull myself together. It felt as if the floor was my family, and the cracks were my Pop. We did what any family would at that time - we stuck together more than we ever had before. My family and I sat there knowing we were about to lose one of the most influential people in our lives. As for my youngest brother, he was losing the strongest positive male role model in his life, besides me, and that truly resonated with

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

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.