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.

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.

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.

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

Thank You so much dear. glad you love it. You are always so kind Jo.Yes indeed we are so lucky to have him in our lives, he is such a terrific daddy/husband and as a person too.Shane and I are never fail to express our love everyday letting him know that we love him dearly and appreciate all the things he have done for us to make our lives better. I sure showed him and he hugged me till my eyes almost pop out.

Waking up and not seeing him, not seeing him when I came back from school, not seeing him at my games. This soon became as an everyday thing. I would call every other 2 days. There would be times that I wouldn’t talk to him for 5 days. His schedule with mine weren’t the same. While I was at school he would be sleeping. While I was sleeping he was working. Sundays were the only days that he wouldn’t work and the days I could talk to him.

So yesterday I received a call from one of my administrators at my High school, that one of our students took his own life yesterday. This information has been real hard to deal with as a father and a School Resource Officer. I talk with these kids all the time when I'm at the High school and I do my best to listen and get them the help they need. This has come to show me that even if a kid looks happy you just never know what is really going on in there life. I joked and talked about the Marine Corp with him all the time and never saw any signs that he was unhappy. Kelly you will be missed by everyone at Toppenish High school. You always made the faculty and administrators laugh and made our days brighter. I know you would have made a great

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.

Good afternoon. First of all, on behalf of our whole family, I would like to thank you all for coming to attend my daughter's memorial service. I also would like to extend our deepest thanks for the tremendous help and assistance, love and support we've recieved from everyone. Words cannot describe the sorrow and loss that I am feeling, but I'll try.

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.

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

Daddy? It has always been just my mother and I. There was never a really strong father figure in my life since the day my father left when I was just two years old. He just packed his bags and left, as simple as that, I never saw him ever again. (until a few years later) I wasn’t able to get to know him, didn’t get to find out what kind of food he liked, the TV shows he watched or even if he ever loved my mother and I. I don’t remember ever writing him a Father’s Day card or feeling the warmth of his arms around me, I was too young to remember ever having his love, I don’t remember much about him at all. To me he’s a mere shadow, a fuzzy memory that never seems to fail to creep into my dreams and haunt me. I can’t escape him he’s everywhere, every father I see with his family having a picnic at the beach, in every couple that I see holding each other on