An Essay About My Dad

My mom’s dad passed away first in March. He was at our house that night because he had went to visit a new doctor for his kidney. My grandpa only had one kidney and grew very sick so, he was put on dialysis. After he visited this doctor he and my family finally had hope that it would start to get better from here on out. I remember showing my grandpa this “super cool” basketball shot I learned right before he left, that is really the last thing I remember from him. He and my grandma headed home and as they started to get closer to their

That is one day I will never forget. Besides the fact that it was a funeral, the day went perfect. The visitation started at 10 AM, and that’s when I got to truly see how many lives my dad touched. The church was so packed, they had a line still outside, and they had to close the doors right at 11 to start the service. The church has two overflow rooms, and both of them were full. People were standing outside the foyer in the lobby just listening. It was amazing. Turning 54 just five days before his death, my dad had touched hundreds of lives. He’s the man I want to be, and there isn’t a minute that goes by that I don’t think of him. That is the moment who has made me who I am today, and the man I am working towards to

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

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

My father was gone before I was born, and was absent in a crucial period of time in my life. It affected me in the aspect of becoming a man, and the idea of two people coming together as one. A single mother is one of the hardest situations known to man, and knowing that my father put my mother through this predicament upsets me to my core. I don't remember much about the stories my family told about my father, but I do know that I struggled without a father figure. Though my dad ended up in my life, he still left a hole in crucial moments of my childhood.

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.

When analyzing an individual as a whole it’s understandable to see that the experiences they go through not only affect that certain individual, but shape them into who they are as well. These certain experiences have lasting effects on certain individuals, which influence the way they see themselves overall. For this particular essay I decided to interview my father and analyze how the experiences he’s been through thus far have shaped him into who he is today. With that being said, when I began interviewing my father, I started off with his childhood and how growing up in Bogota, Colombia affected him as a whole. At first he explained that he had a good childhood in his outside environment, since he regularly played with the kids in his neighborhood, was very social, and enjoyed school very much. However, his home life as he described it was very tense as a child. Growing up, his father was a heavy drinker and practically addicted to gambling during his childhood, which cause many problems to arise throughout this part of his life. Furthermore, he explained that the actions his father portrayed in his childhood made him decide at a young age to be the exact opposite of him. The effect of dealing with that at such a young caused my father to not view the situation in a negative aspect, but used it to motivate him to improve his own life in some way and to get out of there. My father is the second oldest out of his six siblings, but due to the situation of his father, he

Growing up without my dad was really difficult. Showing up to school when I was little on father's day without someone to celebrate it. It made me feel like I did not matter. On career day, when my dad should have been the one to show up, no one did. Even my Little League games,

My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.

I loved those moments with my dad. There are the times we would be riding in the car to anywhere and would talk about anything under the stars. After I resurfaced to the real world, I realized I was crying for the first time since I heard the news about my dad.

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

Have you ever missed something more than you ever thought possible? My dad, David Thorne, was 43 years old when he passed away in Clairmont, Alberta. I found the website of his obituary, and multiple condolences. ‘David was loved and he leaves behind a beautiful girl.’ Said by an Anonymous Poster. ‘My thoughts are with all of you and what a wonderful son,brother and dad he was.’ Said by another Anonymous Poster. I display how much I miss David by the roses I give him, the memories I have with him, and how I remember him.

Growing up with a father that was never around and a father figure that also left was hard, but it taught me that I don’t need a father to rely on. I have myself and my mom, and as long as I don’t forget who I am I

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.

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