Eulogy For Father

Family: Gabriel is 12 year old Hispanic male who lives in Fords NJ with DCP&P resource parent Mr. Ronny Chirichello and two foster siblings. Gabriel has been in Mr. Chirichello home for the past 19 months. Gabriel has adjusted well to Mr. Chirichello home. Mr. Chirichello holds Gabriel accountable for his acting out behaviors in school and give him appropriate consequences (i.e. taking away his cell phone, no TV, games system or outside time, etc). Gabriel responds well to Mr. Chirichello directives and house rules. Gabriel continues to have ongoing difficulties with emotional boundaries with his bio-mom. Gabriel and his sister does not have the best sibling relationship. Gabriel mention to Mr. Chirichello that before his brother passed away he and his sister was close but sine their brother’s death they do not get along.

Father, I intercede, according to your will, on the behalf of Elijah. That he will come into the understanding of your ways and how to walk in faith through all aspects of his life.

I would try to come here everyday just to write something so i can get it of my chest and maybe show my kids in the future if i even have a boyfriend or kids. Honestly i'm so random idk… Anyway i want to get to point that i love u mom but sometimes you just to stop and leave the house alone and take a break your under all this stress and i feel bad.. And i know part of the stress is because of me cause i talk back to u ( which i'm very sorry about) AND PUTTING THAT THING ON LALI IS LITTLE CRAZY DON'T YOU THINK.. Look i know he's your first son but come on he's 9 and living under cops don't you think that's a little crazy. Ok onto my BTS and phone problem i lost my phone for another week which i understand cause i talk back but also there's a lot of thing happening with BTS that i haved log in to my TWITTER acc in school just to see if BTS is still alive.

Few hours of sleep, just worked a tiring shift, but my dad still gets up to go to our sports meets. My dad sacrifices so much to make sure that we are happy. My dad never misses our sports and will go with no sleep so he can come. My dad works countless hours to buy us the extra things. My dad always goes above and beyond for us and shows us that you need to work hard for your family. That is why my dad is my Michigan hero.

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.

He left on a cold and rainy day in mid-September. The weather matched his vicious and brutal attitude very well, so it's not hard to forget. The dark clouds were just forming, the rain began softly, but as soon as the loud yelling and screaming grew between my parents, so did the rain. The whole altercation was by far the worst I've ever witnessed. I had never seen my father and mother be so hateful towards anyone before, let along each other. I had also never seen my mother cry or so broken, but the day my father left her for another woman, red-rimmed were those bold brown eyes she passed on to me. For so many years, I had unconditionally loved the both of them, but after witnessing that, my heart turned ice cold, leaving me damaged and so hard to love anyone again.

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.

Brad wanted to celebrate our 1 year anniversary early because he would be in college by then. He didnt tell me what he was doing, but he came and picked me up and took me to the park. He said we were going to have a picnic by the water. He had food and drinks already ready and he laid out a blanket for us to sit on. He pulled out a box with a necklace. It was a silver heart that said “ I love you to the moon and back” that opened in the middle where there was a moon and a heart. Bradley Michael Tyra is the most amazing person I've ever met in my life. Brad knows how to cheer people up in the best ways. He knows what to say and when to say them. He has showed me so much about my life and the world. He has shown me the bigger picture. He has

As I stood over him, confusion overpowered my hopes and positive attitude. I hugged my brother and sisters, my mom and dad, and my grandmother as we said our last goodbye.

Tonight, marks the 7 month anniversary of my relationship with my boyfriend. To celebrate, I’m going to make him a romantic dinner with his favorite meal and dessert, the chocolate flan. I am going to teach you how to bake the most amazing and delicious chocolate flan you ever had, so you can bake it for your loved one, on any special occasion. It tastes really good; it just melts in your mouth. Whenever I eat it, I don’t want to put it down, I believe this is why my boyfriend loves it so much. To make this really amazing flan, you need just a few ingredients: 2 cans of sweet condensed milk, 1 can of regular milk, any other milk will change the taste of the flan (use the can from the condensed milk to measure it.), 6 egg yolks, 6 tablespoons

No matter how great my graders were, how much I accomplished, or how amazing of a student I was, I was always the reason they argued. My older brother, Mark, isn’t the dream child. He’s made mistakes in his life; he’s been caught drinking, smoking, and ditching classes, but even then I’m considered worse than him. I’m the one who learned Spanish, the one who listened to Latin music, who attended Catholic masses. I wasn’t like my siblings, I never cared to learn Arabic, go to church with my dad, or spend time practicing the culture with my cousins. I was the child who took a stance for the things I believed in and argued with against my dad. The child who never made him proud. Nonetheless, I woke up every morning thrilled to go to school and escape it all, to learn, go to college, and become something, someone, so I wouldn’t end up like my

Today, I was inspired by a man in my life. I was inspired to write a thank you in as many ways as possible for all he does for me, our family, and our home. This man happens to be my boyfriend. Here’s why I decided to say thank you, and why I think every woman (or man) with a good boyfriend, husband, or common-law spouse should show how thankful they are for everything that they do.

I know we are all feeling a little bit sad, that we've lost our Pepe, our friend, and our dad.

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,

“Owen wake up it is your first day of Kindergarten!” I spoke. I watched as he stared at me with his big brown eyes and watched as he pulled the blanket over his head. I begged him a few more times. I even tried to pry the blanket from his tight death grip, but it did not budge. After a substantial time of persuading and threats of calling my father he trudged out of bed. I achieved dressing him for school, feeding him breakfast, and exiting the house. I accomplished part one, but now I had the issue of taking him into the classroom.