Eulogy For Father Analysis

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.

On Wednesday, November 26, 2014, I was coming out of a very hectic day at work, when I received the news that had me breaking down in tears. “Odette your mother is in the emergency room.” I could not believe the words that were coming out of my father's mouth in that instinct. So many thoughts came rushing through my mind. “Why, my mom?” I kept on asking myself, but I knew that I could not show my depression to my two younger siblings. The reason for that was that I did not want to scare them nor make them feel the horrible feeling that I was feeling inside. Even though I appeared to look fine in the outside, my precious soul was dying in sorrows in the inside. The scariest thought of knowing your mother is in danger and that you cannot do anything to save her is very traumatizing. I honestly felt like my hands were tied behind my back while I saw her drowning in pain.

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

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.

Look at me Lord, You have given me life, happiness, love, and on and on, just because I said yes I believe. I now tell you Father that I believe that we are ready, all things are in place we can offer the message that they can come to you, clean, free and born again new into your arms. Let the lights shine, and show the way that people can literally walk to safety in their community, seek shelter while they sort out their lives and that every time they come there they are closed to the day that they to can say.

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

I later got tired and gave up on the matter. I was hurt and broken

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

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.

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.

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.

My mom went into labor at my dad’s birthday party. Only a few friends and family were over and she kept leaving the room. Finally, my uncle asked why she kept leaving. To which my father replied, “Oh, Laurie is just going into labor. We’ll leave for the hospital right after the party.” I love to tell this story not only because I can usually receive a small chuckle out of anyone who hears it, but because I would like to live my life the same way I came into it, with a party. For this reason, all of my life I have tried to find the fun in everything. Throughout harsh trials, being able to keep my chin held high and having an enthusiastic outlook on everything has truly helped. A surplus of those hardships have shaped me into the amazing young

I care for Vladek dearly. I sometimes feel that he does not know it, but I do. I need him just as much as he needs me. I live for him. He makes me feel like I have a reason for living. When he says that he needs me, I can not think of ever leaving him. I would never want to let him down like that. In my past, he has always comforted me in my times of hardship. He has always been right next to me. Many years prior to current times I received a very long and detailed letter from an old girlfriend of Vladek’s. This letter said that Vladek was only dating me for my money. As I read those words for the first time I could feel the warm tears rushing down my face. It was the very first time in my life where I had experienced absolute sorrow. The second

The last time I saw my father was when the pallbearers closed his casket. He looked so peaceful with his hands crossed at his chest, dressed in a suit, pain free. My grief was just beginning, knowing I would never see my dad again. At twelve, losing a parent was something I would have never imagined would happen to me. He died of stage four liver cancer. My family traveled from North Carolina to Pittsburg and then to Cleveland Clinic to find the best oncologist. Our families last hope was chemotherapy would save him, but unsuccessfully it didn’t. A few days after his chemo treatment, he started to vomit blood, and was rushed to the hospital. He spent six days in the Intensive Care Unit. I didn't know at the time but this was the beginning,

I will probably cry by the end of this section. When I was 14 I was tripped in p.e. Class and lied to; told that I fell over my own feet due to the way I run (I run reaaalllly weird). I was lied to for an entire year about that until the guilt inside of the girl couldn’t take it anymore. I broke my elbow, and I knew this pain was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I was prone to hurting myself in my clumsy days, so my mom didn’t want to go to the hospital because she didn’t feel like it. Literally remember her saying this. But I knew, this pain was new and unlike anything i’d ever felt. Eventually, I was gone. My right mind was gone, I was only 14 and I didn’t go to the hospital for a month. When I told her it couldn’t bend at all she