Descriptive Essay : ' Daddy '

“Thank you!” I started to cry. “Please, be careful!” I cried into my dad’s shoulder.

We didn't know Mama's time with us was short, but we still enjoyed every second with her. She was just as sweet, supportive, and full of joy as always right up to the end.

"I love you too," I cried. The thoughts of my son on a battlefield fighting for his life haunted me.

The silence begins again after the clanking of plates and dishes being passed around stops. Everyone is eating. Ten minutes pass and the chatter starts. As everybody has eaten the majority

I snap out of my reverie and try to remember what was said last, “I’m glad to hear that Dad,” I pause, hesitant to say more. “I sure do miss

Many years of stress had replaced numerous strands of brown with grey. The corners of her mouth were drawn up slightly with love and acceptance. It was the smile of a mother. No amount of grief could touch the love that resided there. The grin never faltered while she held Scotty. I could see her love for him in her face as if it were the definition of love itself. I could see something else there too but I would not pin point it till I was much older. It was strength, the strength came from the necessity of her smile. It

The hand described the thoughts of a newly wedded young woman’s thoughts as she lay down next to her husband that she barely knew. At first, she was pleased

“I thought I would never see you again” I said, tears forming in my eyes. Soon everyone in my family did a group hug. We soon made it back home safe and sound.

Before we left, we went to go say “goodbye”, along with hugging, to my Aunt, Uncle, and all

Many years of stress had replaced numerous strands of brown hair with gray. The corners of her mouth were drawn up slightly with love and acceptance. It was the smile of a mother. No amount of grief could touch the love that resided there. The grin never faltered while she held her son Scotty. I could see her love for him, in her face, as if it were the definition of love itself. I could see

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.

“No, mon cher,” the woman looks at a flat panel television screen that hangs outside a bar-restaurant near Dana Point, “That isn’t daddy.”

“Congratulations! I’m so proud of you. You were amazing out there! I love you so much,” said my mother.

At age three I said “I love you mommy.” At age seven I said, “Mom, stop kissing my cheek!” At age fifteen I say, “You’re so annoying – I can’t wait to move out!” At age eighteen, I’ll be saying “I miss home.” At age twenty-seven I’ll be saying “I miss my mom.” At age forty I’ll be saying “I miss you so much; I wish you didn’t have to go.” My mom is the sun to my shine.

A few miles south of Braggtown in the town of Durham the air is crisp outside. There is a slight morning breeze coming from the green towering mountains. It is a quarter after ten in the morning. The busy workers rushed through the metal automatic doors like water rushing through a dam. Huge planes took off the long moist concrete and soared up to the bright blue glistening sky. They sprung up and plummeted down. However, all was quiet. They followed each other 's paths like birds in a flock. The enormous transparent windows opened up the eyes of people and let sunlight flow in. There was a clear sense of urgency among the dashing human beings. The cars came in and out like soft waves crashing amongst damp sand.