Descriptive Essay About Dad

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.

Ordinary dads work an eight-hour job, then are able to go home and relax with their families. Ordinary dads teach their children to drive when they are fifteen rather than ten. Ordinary dads do not have to quit working to attend their child’s game. But, my dad is not ordinary. My dad never stops working. He does not have the weekends off or any vacation days. I have only seen him take one day off in my entire life, for my sister’s wedding. He wakes before dawn and does not retire until long past sundown due to that he has devoted his life to not only being a dad, but also a farmer, teacher, and supporter.

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.

Despite all five of my uncles and my father being former basketball players and current basketball coaches, basketball did not work out in my favor. I was roughly four feet five inches at the age of twelve and my basketball skills were under par. Everyone else in the room was at least five foot three and could dribble up and down the court with their eyes closed. I walked out and never returned as everyone looked at me in disgust. I started to accept the fact that I would never find a sport for me. Still having lots of interest in the sport, I became a mini manager for a few of my uncles’ teams. When they quit coaching for their teams, I piggy backed onto the boy’s team at my high school and became their main

When I was younger, my father and I used to go outside and play basketball together a lot. My dad had just purchased a brand new basketball because the old one was worn out like a bare tire. We always knew when it was time to get a new one since the ball would turn ashy orange. My dad loved basketball since he had been playing it all of his life and I believe he was in a way trying to pressure me into liking it just because he did. I remember him asking me passionately, “Boy, to play the game of basketball you have to have a passion for it. It has to be in your heart. Do you love the game?” At the time I was only eight or nine so I really did not fully comprehend what he was saying, but as a son, you would want to make your father proud. I replied in a nonchalant tone, “Yeah I guess so”.

I’m sure every Daddy has said at least one thing on this list, and has probably regretted it ever since. When in the heat of the moment, it always seems that you say the most hurtful things to the ones you love the most. Anger takes hold, and words get thrown around. Let’s face it, a majority of littles are extremely sensitive; and a majority of Daddies are extremely good at saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. No Daddy is perfect, and mistakes happen; but a good Daddy will learn how to avoid hurting His little girl as much a humanly possible.

When I was 10 years old, I realized I was different from my father. I was in my room playing with LEGO’s when dad called up.

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.

From the moment we found out my sister was pregnant with her first my dad, a kind

As I sat down at my kitchen counter on Sunday night, I was texting one of my friends and I asked what they were doing, they responded by saying that they were typing up their interview. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t done my interview yet! I scrambled to my parents room to ask my dad if i could interview him for an English project. Thankfully, he groggily agreed to be interviewed. As I sat down on my parents couch across from their bed I realized that I didn’t know all about my dad’s college experiences, and I was grateful to get to know him a little bit more. My Dad is precisely the type of person that I want to be when i am older. Except I don't want to be bald, definitely not that, but besides that he has a lot of outstanding qualities that I also would like to have. He works hard, loves his family, values education and helping other people, and he did a lot of similar activities that I do today. My father’s name is Stephen Hammarstrom, he was born in Hayward California and then a bit later in his life moved to Manteca California, he currently works at Fremont Rideout.

I just got back from school, and i finished my homework. It was a stormy night with loud bangs and long strike of lighting. My mom called me for dinner, so i rushed down stairs. At the table there was my brother Josh. He is 14 with dark brown hair with bright blue eyes. He was an average height for his age. Josh was very stuck up and thought he was the best and new everything, but he was a great brother. My mom was a easy going person. She had light brown wavy hair with blue eyes. She was kind of short and she always wore some type of dress. Then there was me. I was 12 at the time, about to turn 13, i was average height and had dark brown hair and almost black eyes. Now you're wondering, where's the dad?. Our dad walked out on us when i was born. It's been hard for my mom but she has always manage to keep a smile on her face.

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.

Wind. Wind was blowing in my face, the smell of a beautiful day with the sun in my eyes. There we were on a miniature motorcycle this little motorcycle was smaller than a moped, and we were riding around the block. He always gave me wonderful rides around the block as my two other siblings waited for their turn. My dad has six kids, his first three are Brennen, Michaela, and I. After my dad remarried he had three more kids Breanna, Avery, and Khema. My dad is originally from cambodia, but they traveled here when he was young now most of his family lives in Philly. My dad is so amazing because he is helpful, funny, and nice.

My father is everything to me, he can be stern and hard but also soft and sweet. He's always the one who can make me laugh in the worst of times. My father has been my rock in everything that I've ever experienced, good and bad. I always get the "You're just like your father." From the portion of our family that know us best. I see myself in him and he sees himself in me. If I mess up, he is right there to put me back on my feet. If he happened to murder someone, I'd be there to cover his tracks and he'd do the same for me. No one dares to underestimate the power we have when we're together. We complement each other like the moon and the sun.

It was a cold brisk morning which wasn 't a bad thing considering it discouraged the daily tourists taking their morning strolls while attempting to live out their New York fantasies, but this only had a minuscule effect on the already lively city buzzing with locals. I myself fit didn 't fit into the city though. I am a tall older man who is beginning bald and my fashion sense is a bit plain. I began my walk to work from my smaller apartment on the lower east side with my morning coffee and briefcase in hand while mentally preparing myself for the hectic day ahead of me. I strategically mapped my route to work today so that I could stop by the cemetery to replace the flowers on my father 's grave.