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.

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

Growing up I was always closer to my dad; he's taught me so much about life, me, and how to handle things. My dad always understood me better than my mom ever even tried. My dad taught me I need to stand up for myself, but also to be there when someone needs me. He helped me stand up for myself, showed me what respect looks like; also, he taught me loyalty and respect are the two most important things. Along with all of that, he was there for me when no one else was.

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.

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 have longed for you every waking moment of this day. I know we just had dinner last night but I just can not stop thinking about the exciting lusts that we share. I can't wait until tonight we we can see eachother again. Sometime I forget that we both have spouses! Truthfully, when I see you, you are all I think about and I immediatly forget about Tom. I hope I have the same reaction on you only with your wife. But I truely feel that you can do better than (dare I say) Mrs. Daisy. Sure she is talented, bright, glorious, and very beautiful but she simply just does not share the same feelings for you as I do. If only you knew how much my heart longs for you. If you knew this, you would have left her a long time ago to be with me. But you

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.

As parents, we are immensely proud of our son's hard work. Jonathan has worked so much towards receiving his certifications from HVAC. We believe our son is bright and intelligent and that he has the potential to excel even more. Hopefully, he will become an engineer and will contribute to his community. We see Jonathan moving on to much greater things and we are so excited to watch him grow and succeed. We could not be more proud of our son's accomplishments.

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.

At first, my mom and my dad both had lived in the DR for a while before coming to the U.S with their family. After them moving to New York and not knowing each other my mom and dad attended the same school. Then they were going to high school where they started being friends and after a year or so goes by they get together. After graduating high school they both went to college. But they had me, got married and my dad left college to work hard to support for us. Then my dad left college to look out after me, but after three years later they had my sister. My sister and I got close, but my dad taught us how to be clean. So every day after school, I’ll do my homework, clean and I would never like my room dirty. So I thank him for that because

Ed doesn’t care. He has lived long enough to realize it doesn’t matter what people think. His hair is balding on the top, goes down to about his shoulders, and is as white as snow. He wears the same outfit everyday: a battered pair of jeans, ford belt buckle, and boots. He doesn’t wear a shirt, I always think he wakes up and can’t find a shirt so he makes himself just decent enough to go outside. He has tattoos all over his chest, and could be the scariest looking person I have ever seen. When we knock on his door at about 3 p.m. we assume he is just waking up because he looks like he has seen daylight for the first time in a week. He opens the door and gives us a grin of relief and says “You here to mow the lawn? She probably needs it. How long has it been?” “About a month” I reply. He hands Camden $30 and we got to work. Ed looks up at the sky and says a work I can’t say in this paper then he goes back inside.

I don’t remember much from when I was little, by little I mean like 4 ft tall little. I believed the the memories my parents had of me which were of me going out with them and being so happy about everything but the memories I remembered so clear were the nasty arguments my parents had. At the hours of the late night, I could feel the vibrations of screaming and yell through the pillows of my bed that I used to mute the distractions of the night. All that I could do was wait, wait for a moment of silence to let me sleep, wait for a compromise between them so I could now that everything is at least ok.

Today I am nineteen weeks old. I can hear your heart beating now, and I can also hear you talking to daddy. All of my organs are developed and functioning. As we walked into the doctor's office today I could tell that you were a little nervous but I couldn’t figure out why. When you laid down on the table and you told the doctor you didn’t want to hear my heartbeat. It hurt my feelings because I enjoy listening to yours. I guess it is just because I love you so much. When they started sucking all of the fluid out from around me I wondered what was going on. Then the next thing I knew there was something pulling on my leg. I screamed and cried because it hurt so tremendously bad. My leg came off and they started to pull the other one. After