Descriptive Essay About My Father

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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.

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

According to Heracutus, “Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.” All this quote is really saying is there is always that one person that leads and guides the rest to victory and this would be the best way to describe my grandfather. My grandfather, Odell Blakely, lived an extraordinary life from 1929 to 2010. I always looked at him like the leader of the pack, he never lead me wrong. He was the strongest and the most courageous man, he truly was the one true solider in my life. I could always count on him to keep me on a straight path. During some of these events such as The Great Depression and The Cold War he was a younger child but he still had struggles and hardships like everyone else.

You gazed out into the evening as you locked the doors behind you. New York City was generally a lively place in the evenings, however, on a dark and dank Monday night, walking back to the apartment was not the safest decision. However, you had no choice. You clutched your purse to your chest and gritted your teeth as a cold wind blew your hair back. A block or two down, you began to notice the faint clattering of footsteps

A bulky, vigorous elderly man, who had voyaged an incredible journey was prepared to combat the rest of his life with bliss. He appeared to be callow with small thin patches of hair connected to the sides of his glassy, bald head. He had only a single viable kidney sustaining his life, the other having been appropriated from him at the age of forty, but, nevertheless, he still managed to stimulate a lively charismatic presence around himself. Though his occupation remained only as an accountant, he still managed to regard the positive aspects of life. He would watch the adversities only as a spectator, and would attentively escape them with the people whom he loved. The land around him contained an hyperactive aura that compelled him to thrive from the energy surrounding him. I never understood how he could take pleasure in fervently listening to the repugnant chatter and bickering of the townsfolk that could be heard from my bedroom window. I never understood how the bittersweet melodies of the pecan colored nightingale that perched upon his chalky windowsill at dawn served as a source of amusement to him. I had always indulged in deep admiration for my grandfather, for he was a strong man that had guided me through the most difficult points in my life. Yet I did not have the ability to guide him through his.

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

Richard Puz once said “Death leaves a memory no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.” I don’t remember every moment with him but he was someone who I looked up to, someone who told me stories, someone who watched over me and someone who loved me. He was my grandfather.

A warm smile and kind eyes is what attributes to a man, known as my father. He works hard and is diligent, but what defines him is the kindness that is always visible within him. My father, Ben Morgan, is forty-eight with light brown hair, and turquoise eyes that always have a sense purpose in them. From years of thinking, he has lines that rest by his eyes accompanied by the usual lines that encircle a smile he shows to all. My father has a kindness in him, in which no one in our family has. A few examples are: helping strangers in need, doing charity events, and putting his family above all else.

“ Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad “ ( Geddes). All of the people who know or have had some kind of relationship with my father know that he truly is a piece of work. He is a very well known individual throughout our town and is almost always greeted by someone everywhere we go. As well as me, he attended Mount Vernon High School. However, I would not say he was a poster child for the “perfect student”. Any time I introduce myself to someone new there is one response I am almost guaranteed to get. That response is “ is your dad Todd Curtis” ? Sometimes I feel as if he has more friends than I do.

With a heavy heart, I stepped out of my car and slammed the door behind me. I still didn’t feel right being here. I spotted his parents surrounded by flowers and friends paying their respects. I gulped, took a deep breath, and walked over.

Growing up with a dad like mine you are so thankful for everything that comes to your way. The military has been a huge part of my life since the day I was born. My dad, Sean Aguilar, is in the Army and fights for our freedom every day when he is home and away. My dad has experienced so much and has so many stories. He is the bravest, smartest, coolest, craziest man I know and I’m lucky to call him my dad.

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.

I currently live with my parents who adopted me at the age of ten and fostered me since the age of two. My dad, a father of seven raised me as though I was one of his own and never regarded me as anything less. He has always guided me with a strong hand and soft voice and through the years my admiration for him grew. My dad has many stunning qualities that I admire but three of them stand out the most. He is loyal, humble, and dedicated.

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.