Descriptive Essay About My Father

I was so scared that my father would come back for another blow up. I then heard the stairs getting louder like my mother was step in down the old wooden steps. My mother walked over to me sat on the window seat with me and held me tight, she was started tell gn me riddles to get my mind off of my father, several long hours later my father walked up to us crying and sobbing over what had happened he said,”I'm sorry about this incident, I've just been so stressed with work and home that I don't know who I am anymore,” I told my father I loved him and forgive him. Ever since this day it has been drilled in my memory and hurts me every time I remember. “ see kid”, said the stranger, I've had some tough times in this house and you are going to go through tough times just like me. After the tour of the house the man had thanked the family for letting him remorse from the house. The father had shut the door and locked it. I thought

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

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

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

That day it went by to fast my brother and I tried spending as much time as I could with my dad. That night I went to bed sad I didn’t know if i would wake up in time to say goodbye to him. That morning I woke up and ran to see if my dad was still here. I ran into the kitchen first where I saw him eating ready to leave. He said that they were going to pick him up in ten minutes. Next thing you know we here a knock on the door. I went to answer the door it was some men in uniforms they were there to pick my dad up. My dad said goodbye to us I started to cry when he was leaving and so did my brothers and mom.

Every day I went to see my father, in the worst state I have ever seen anyone. He could not talk to me, look at me, feel my touch or remember I was there. My dad had been unconscious for almost a month and a half. Even he gained back consciousness, he could barely remember anything that had happened or that anyone had come to see him. I believe the thing that had changed me the most had been that I had to grow up and make extremely adult decisions suddenly. My boyfriend and I had been the only ones in my family who were responsible enough to talk to the police, the doctors, and put together the pieces. We had numerous talks with the police about the reports, what happened and when, who had hit him and where was his vehicle. Unfortunately, the police had a description of a car but had not an idea as to who had hit him. I also had fed his dogs every day and kept his house safe, making sure that no one had broken into his home. I also had taken care of his insurance. I talked to the doctors about big decisions and surgeries. Even after my father had been released from the hospital’s care, he had been taken to Greenville County Detention Center on charges of a

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

On August 8th, 2012 I received a call from an unknown number, claiming to be from the Northern Nevada Correctional Center (NNCC). I had no idea who could be calling me from that number at 7:38PM. I heard a familiar voice on the other line telling me to stay calm and go to my step mothers house, that same familiar voice also told me that he was arrested and convicted of a felony. My heart sunk into my stomach, tears running down my face, feeling paralyzed with no words to speak, not knowing what to ask or say. That familiar voice was my dad, this call happened 5 days after my birthday, the first birthday that he actually remembered after 10 years. Never in a million years would I have thought on receiving an alarming

One late summer night when I was 11, my father came in my room and told me he would be leaving for a while. That entire summer I was confused on where he was and what he was doing, all I could find where small clues about my father’s whereabouts ; such as my step-mom crying as she found secret bank accounts, hidden phones, and other peculiar pieces of information. There were whispers between the adults in the family but being 11 I assumed it did not concern me. The end of that summer, my father came home and told the rest family that he was in a drug and alcohol rehabilitation facility. I was shocked, before he remarried my father was all I had left since my mother died when I was a toddler, but he was now clean and was ready to mend the family.

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.

I opened my eyes and they were crusty with sleep on the sides of them. The nurse came in again and I said, " Good Morning," and my eyes grew huge because I realized I could speak again. She replied, " good morning, you can sit up now but both of your legs are broken, along with your right arm." She helped me sit up and said," also there are some people here to see you. They have been very worried for you." I asked her if I had received any recent calls, she said, " yes, only one. From the prison." It was him. My dad. He had gone to prison 3 years ago for hurting my mom and selling drugs. I hadn't seen him or talked to him since the day he was taken

It was a Saturday afternoon in the small town of Moscow, Idaho when tragedy struck. My grandfather was meeting with a businessman from Seattle, when an armed gunman entered the building. The gunman proceeded to shoot my grandfather and the man from Seattle several times. The man from Seattle was transported to a hospital in Seattle by helicopter, and thankfully, survived. My grandfather was rushed to the nearest hospital in an ambulance, but died due to the severe damage the bullets had caused to his chest. I vividly remember my parents breaking down in tears I never knew they were capable of. That day I experienced what it was to truly grieve.

"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.

I was sleeping over at a friend’s house when their mom told me that someone wanted to talk to me and handed me a phone. It was the cops and they talked about how they got a call from the neighbor that they heard something going on at my house. The police came in to find my mother's dead body and my dad passed out in his room. I was scared when they came to get me to go and talk to my dad. He was talking about how he had gotten home from work and had no clue where my mother was. Then he went up to his room to take a nap cause at that time he was working nights and then he woke up behind

It was a normal Saturday night. My siblings and I were watching TV. I was nine, my older brother was twelve, and my younger sister was seven. My mom was cleaning up the kitchen like she usually does. My dad was on a trip with some of his friends to Baja California to ride motorcycles. We were expecting his nightly call checking up with us, and around 8 PM the phone rang. My mom answered the phone. It wasn’t my dad, it was his boss, Dale. It wasn’t until twenty minutes later when the phone call ended, she explained to us what happened. My dad had flipped over the handlebars of his motorcycle and was paralyzed from the neck down, and this occurred 12 hours earlier. Luckily his friends were all trained in basic first aid, and one was an EMT. All