Eulogy For Father

One thing that I am thankful for is my family. They are very encouraging and help me do things. They help me keep trying when I want to give up. They also encourage me to do activities that can positively affect me that I don’t want to do. They are also very caring. They make me the food that I like, they help me monitor my blood sugar and overall health, they provide me with shelter, and they buy me fun things like toys or video games. They also pay for my activities, such as sports and Boy Scouts, and they also attend my games or meetings even if they have better things to do. Overall, my family give me many reasons to be thankful for them.

Every year, there is one day dedicated to giving thanks in America. That day is known as Thanksgiving. In the weeks before, families will make plans to get together with relatives, and decide who will bring what food. On the day of, people will spend the morning cooking. Later, the guests arrive and most likely sit down to wait for food, watching football. These actions are just a few examples of what people are thankful for. As for myself, there are many things I am thankful for, to many to remember or even know. But there are a few main things I am very thankful for.

Thanksgiving has brought people together since America was colonized. It is a time for giving and counting your blessings. During this season, we should spend time with family and give thanks. I am thankful for many things in life. One of those things is my family. My family provides for me, nurtures me, and loves me. I am so grateful to my whole family but especially to my parents, because without them, I would not be here. My dad, no matter what the time, always lightens the air with a joke. Somehow he always puts a smile on my face and, up until now, i didn’t realize how important that is. My mom is the most hardworking person I know. She is up early in the morning on her computer and still manages to make breakfast and pack our lunches. Although the stress of having a full time job is tough, she still always My brother always wants me to play with him. From video games on Saturday mornings to reading with me at night, we

I am thankful for my dad. My dad makes me breakfast. He takes me hunting so i can get deer jerky. He also lets me drive his truck when we are at the hunting club. He teaches me all about cars,houses, and about tools. But that is not all my dad does for me.

I am thankful for my mother. As all moms do, she loves me immensely. Along with driving me to all the sports games and extracurricular activities that I choose to do, she helps me get through my anxiety. My mother does not force me to do things I am not interested in and still supports me in anything I choose to do. I know she would do anything for me and I am very thankful for this.

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.

They are also thankful they have me as a daughter! I’m thankful I have them as my parents, such great parents, because they never keep secrets from me, I don’t keep secrets from them ether!

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

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

Likewise, I remain thankful for my family. My parents take care of me and award me with gifts. As well as my parents, I’m also thankful to have siblings. They help me when I need their help. Additionally, my grandparents care for me and send me snacks and treats.

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.

Pop said, “Your father wrote extremely well,” but it sounds like “Experience is the best teacher.” I think “He wrote with his feet. Like that guy that plays the piano, who was in the newspaper.” I want to say, “He wrote with his eyeballs.’ I want to asininely say “If it’s extremely well we’re talking about, I am extremely well.”

My father had always took pride in the fact that he had grown to be kind and soft hearted since high school. I never really knew the way he thought until he gave me a brief look into his brain. This specific day was a good test of his kind and soft hearted nature.

Event: I was going to my dad worked to go and help him move thingss he was a person that like moving thing and so he asks me and I said yes I will help you move thing and so the next I want to help it was very cool in his work.