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.

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.

With sadness, honor and anger I make the long-overdue announcement of my Grandfather's Passing, August of 2017. I won't call this a Eulogy. He specifically requested that none be presented. He more specifically demanded that rather than go on about the business of his demise, I am to go on about the business of living successfully, happily and fully myself and being who I am. He was so amazing, wonderful, brilliant, generous of both asset and spirit, kind, non-judgmental, accepting, motivating & compassionate in so many ways and for so many. He loved my grandmother and I in the deepest, most loyal of ways. He has been my idol, my mentor, my project partner, my example, my friend, and most recently, the last living member of my natural family.

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.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

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,

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

Having these conversations I clearly understand why our marriage did not work. You love calling me a lunatic, but we and everyone that is associated with you know who is and always have been unstable.

Daddy I was your biggest fan. You were so abusive. I really didn’t know any better.

As I am sitting by my best friend of eleven years’ hospital bed, I realize just how blessed I am. Our small circle of friends are gathered around her, playing, singing, and harmonizing to various songs of her choice (how we usually spend our time together). I look at the smile on her face and hear her familiar laugh. I am instantly relieved.

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

When i saw him, my heart rate went up as i started running towards him and my eyes started to get watery. I hugged him awkwardly because he didn’t get up, I was hugging his head. I was choking him but i didn’t want to let go because i was so excited. Then he told me let me go you're choking me and i'm like i'm sorry and we laughed. He said “ I was going to get up but once i saw you i couldn't move i just tried and couldn’t”. Which was totally normal and i told him it was okay. I sat next to him and my mom presented herself and so did my sister and my mom left ot the car and my sister just sat in front taking pictures. I was just in shock i couldn't believe what was currently happening i would just look at him and tell him your real and he would just laugh at me and say i dont think im fake and we would laugh together. Tears running down my eyes as i would hold his hand and look at him and he would wipe my tears and tell me its okay. We sat there for about 10-15 minutes just talking and i asked him if he wanted to go eat and he asked me if i was hungry and i said yes but i really wasn't. We went outside got in the car and told my mom and so we went to this mexican restaurant and i ordered tacos as usual and so did everyone else. But i couldn't eat i tried and i couldn't i was just staring at him and admiring him with every moment he would make and every time he would smile i would smile. He thought i was nervous of eating eating in front of him and that wasn't it i was just