Elegy for My Father's Father

Benjamin Tucker is a 39 year-old hardworking, family oriented man and I am proud to call him my father. Everything he does is to provide for his family. That is one goal my dad will not give up on. Growing up, I have watched my father start a business, remodel homes, and build all kinds of things, all while working a full time job. My dad is a caring and understanding kind of person. If something was wrong, I know that I could go to him about anything I needed help with and he would give me the best answer that he could. It may take a little bit of Googling, but he always seemed to know exactly what to do. Benjamin Tucker is a hardworking provider, a crafty businessman, and a adventurous, loving father.

A phenomenal, strong, and intelligent woman. I introduce myself in such ways because I am a daddyless daughter, however being a daddy-less daughter does not define who I am. It does not take away the hard work, and achievements I have encountered in my 20 years of living.

Researchers MacCallum and Golombok (2004) argued that results from previous studies focusing on the loss of a father could not be generalized to children who grew up in households without a father from birth. This is where lesbian mothers and single mothers come into their research, because these families did not necessarily have an absentee father due to family disruption or realignment. For example, lesbians have used assisted conception and/or adoption. In earlier times, lesbian mothers weren’t always allowed these options. Many often lost their children due to the belief that children of homosexuals would have psychological and developmental problems, and at the time, many believed the children of homosexuals would be ostracized,

Growing up as a child my parents have struggles slot to make sure that me and my sisters were sheltered and well feed. My dad has been the hard working man of the family providing us with money to get the things we wanted. I've always looked up to my dad because he's always stood by me as I tried to forte in life. about 2 years ago my mom and I got a call from my dads coworkers saying that he was being rushed to the hospital because he passed out at work. They sent him to fairfax inova hospital and once we got there the doctor said he was dehydrated and that he needed to rest which didn't make sense to me because my dad doesn't get sick. It took about a week for my dad to recover from the incident and he was back on his feet working, healthy,

When my report card arrives at my house no one will really pay attention to it until it is opened. My mom is usually the one who opens my report and if she doesn't open it then it's me. I have gotten pretty good grades my entire life so my mom always expects me to have A's. When she opens the card I think she'll be happy that I'm passing all of my classes but, she'll probably playfully scold me for having a B in P.E.. My sister would say that I'm doing very good and she would also tell me to tell my dad I deserve a present for all my hard work. I will tell my family that I'm doing great in school and that they should give me money because of my good grades.

First, I must say the day started off as one of the worst days in a long time. My husbands been out of work for a week now, and prior to that, companies weren't paying him for his work and everything has been unstable. Today I prayed more than I ever have in my life. I pleaded to the Lord to please just send my husband work... any work at all.

Hi.Patrick.Hope all is well with you.I am responding to some of your comments and hostility towards your father when he emailed you several months ago.

I want to start off by saying thank you to everyone that has helped me get this far. I wouldn't be where I am without those people. Specifically, I want to thank my mom, David, and my brother. They had faith in me all along and gave me a lot of support. They have been a huge part of my recovery. I also want to thank my best friend Caitlen for always sticking by me. I also want to thank my VR counselors. First, it was Jay, and now it's Debbie. I want to thank them for making it possible for me to be here. And most importantly, I want to thank CTN for helping me get to where I am today. They always saw the potential in me and never gave up on me.

Today you turn 21 years old. What an amazing day. I am so proud of you. The day you were born, created a love I have never felt before in my heart. As far back as I could remember I always wanted a child, one of my own that I could nurture, comfort, and teach. Every step you took, word you spoke was the greatest thing in my life. As you well know that my father and I were not very close until later in life after I returned from my last deployment. This was very hard for me and I swore I would never be that way with you.

And in the end, after all that's happened these past 19 months, the Barack Obama I know today is the same man I fell in love with 19 years ago. He's the same man who drove me and our new baby daughter home from the hospital 10 years ago this summer, inching along at a snail's pace, peering anxiously at

Born and raised as the heir to a wealthier family, life for Sam was easy compared to most. He was nearly ready to get married to a beautiful, young bride and start a family. However, that all ended when Sam decided to go for a quick walk to the coffee shop on Bridge Street. As Sam strolls across the street a car ran the beaming red light and hit him. The impacted was so great he was sent flying back.

I will always remember the look on my mother's face when she first told me that my dad had died. No emotion. Nothing. It seemed to me that my mom did not care that her husband had just died. I did not want to ask her why she reacted that way for fear of upsetting her, so I turned to others to talk about what had happened and really open up. Talking to others about how I felt about that situation lifted a heavy feeling in my chest and made those first few days without my dad bearable. It came to a point that anytime I got that heavy feeling in my chest I knew it was time to talk about my feelings. Expressing my feelings and opening up to people has now become something I regularly do. I quickly learned to discern who to tell what about me,

Well, to start off I wanted to apprise you about my roots. I've been told most of the people from my community don't make it far in life, well I'm here to prove those people wrong. It is understandable the perspective that people might have regarding where I am from but just because I come from a place where there are crimes almost daily, it doesn't mean that everyone here is in any way like that. Fortunately for me, I was raised by a loving mother and father, to a certain extent. Of course I was always daddy’s little girl, until the day my parents decided to separate. Seeing my mother go through so much as a single parent shaped me to become the person I am today. The heart ache you get when seeing your single parent struggle is, need

Being unaware of what my peers plan to spend their $25,000 on, I cannot say that I am

A loud crow of a rooster sends me tumbling out of my bed into the kitchen where I am greeted by my loving mother and my caring father. On a South Carolina chicken farm is where I grew up, where I learned to love, and where I tell my story. My mother and father come from similar backgrounds; my mother dropped out of technical college in the first semester and my father failed to graduate high school. While people would mock them a for the way they talked, it was quite evident that they wanted different for me. Quite frankly, it was if they wanted me to represent them in a way that finally give them the respect that they deserve. In my eyes, their background never crosses my mind, their love and desire for my success fuels me to strive for my absolute best.