Eulogy For Father

Every day I went to see my father, in the worst state I have ever seen anyone. He could not talk to me, look at me, feel my touch or remember I was there. My dad had been unconscious for almost a month and a half. Even he gained back consciousness, he could barely remember anything that had happened or that anyone had come to see him. I believe the thing that had changed me the most had been that I had to grow up and make extremely adult decisions suddenly. My boyfriend and I had been the only ones in my family who were responsible enough to talk to the police, the doctors, and put together the pieces. We had numerous talks with the police about the reports, what happened and when, who had hit him and where was his vehicle. Unfortunately, the police had a description of a car but had not an idea as to who had hit him. I also had fed his dogs every day and kept his house safe, making sure that no one had broken into his home. I also had taken care of his insurance. I talked to the doctors about big decisions and surgeries. Even after my father had been released from the hospital’s care, he had been taken to Greenville County Detention Center on charges of a

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My dad was not around during this time when my mom was in the hospital which caused conflict, stress for me because when my mom wasn’t there I didn’t really have another parent because my dad wasn’t there as well, which was stressful and upsetting to me. Also, it led to a weak relationship more than it usually was between my dad and I. My mom and my dads relationship is also conflicted because of their divorce and my mom frustration with him not being involved in my life which also leads to a weak relationship between them. While my dad was not there for my mom or I during this time of crisis my grandma was there the entire time. I stayed with her and she took care of me when my mom couldn’t, which lead to a very strong relationship between my grandma and I and my mom and my grandma. Since my mom was in the hospital her health/ wellness was weak and that’s the reason why she was in the hospital in the first place and it was also stressful for health because my mom could not seem to get

I would try to come here everyday just to write something so i can get it of my chest and maybe show my kids in the future if i even have a boyfriend or kids. Honestly i'm so random idk… Anyway i want to get to point that i love u mom but sometimes you just to stop and leave the house alone and take a break your under all this stress and i feel bad.. And i know part of the stress is because of me cause i talk back to u ( which i'm very sorry about) AND PUTTING THAT THING ON LALI IS LITTLE CRAZY DON'T YOU THINK.. Look i know he's your first son but come on he's 9 and living under cops don't you think that's a little crazy. Ok onto my BTS and phone problem i lost my phone for another week which i understand cause i talk back but also there's a lot of thing happening with BTS that i haved log in to my TWITTER acc in school just to see if BTS is still alive.

Few hours of sleep, just worked a tiring shift, but my dad still gets up to go to our sports meets. My dad sacrifices so much to make sure that we are happy. My dad never misses our sports and will go with no sleep so he can come. My dad works countless hours to buy us the extra things. My dad always goes above and beyond for us and shows us that you need to work hard for your family. That is why my dad is my Michigan hero.

After my father graduated from college, He moved around to look for more opportunities to further his education. Later on; he married my mother, and they decided to move to Yemen from Somalia. The decision was mostly made because they witnessed their family and friends being killed and tortured during the Somalian civil war. In Yemen, my father taught in an elementary school and he loved his job. However, one day all of our lives changed dramatically. One day my father was taking his usual route through the mountains to get to work, and suddenly he lost balance over a rock and fell downhill. The freak accident left him paralyzed for life because he went through a seizure that caused paraplegia. Since he was the sole provider for our family,

As I was locking the apartment and leaving for school, my phone rang, "Can you come to the front door? I am not feeling okay", said my dad. I rushed to the front, helped him get out of the car, and carried his stuff. "What happened? How did your dialysis go? Why are you not feeling okay?" He was lacking so much energy that he couldn 't answer any of my questions and kept walking slowly while holding on to me. "Let me take a break," said my dad as he leaned towards the wall. As he closed his eyes he fainted and collapsed. I didn 't let him fall but slide down by the wall and reached for my phone and dialed 911. I sprinkled water on his face from his water bottle I was carrying as I stayed on the phone with the operator. Within few minutes they reached, got my dad up on the stretcher and took his vitals. I explained them as to what happened while getting on the ambulance with my dad. He was rushed to the nearest emergency. I stayed with him the entire time and informed my family as soon as possible. The medical team got him stabilized soon and explained that there was extra fluid taken out during dialysis than normal which caused him to lose all the energy and faint. Bringing my father to the hospital and calling for help on time shows my compassion towards my father 's sufferings and an ability to stay emotionally stable at such a stressful time. My father 's decline in health has motivated me to get into healthcare because I have always felt very limited in terms of helping

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.

Throughout my entire life some of the closest people to me have either lost their lives to or are currently battling against cancer. Recently I came home from Philadelphia where I go to college and the next morning when I went downstairs to my dad immediately telling me to sit down because he had to tell me something and simultaneously my mom is sitting soundlessly next to him. An overwhelming feeling instantaneously came over me and I knew I wasn’t going to hear good news. My dad asked me, “What is multiple myeloma?” and unhesitatingly my heart sunk and broke into a million pieces. I screamed out of fear, “Who has cancer!” and my dad with a look of grief just stares at me without speaking and I turn to my mom who looks at me with a distraught face. I screamed, “Mom, do you have cancer?” and I got no answer so I screamed, “Dad, do you have cancer?” and still no answer and lastly I screamed, “Does grandma have cancer?” and still I get no answer. Terrified at this point I am begging for them to tell me and my dad says you will have never guess who was diagnosed with cancer. After guessing wrong my parents finally told me and I was left speechless. It was my uncle and he has always treated me as if I was his own daughter. I never expected to hear this news and I especially never expected something so tragic to happen to such an amazing man. After processing the news for about a week I called him and he talked to me as if nothing has changed and he was telling me, “Kajel I am

When I was twelve I was diagnosed with diabetes, the transition was made easy from the support of my father and the rest of my family. That is until my teenaged years rose and brought up denial of my sickness. I had become irresponsible and was warned many times that my actions would backfire on me. One day, it had; I was hospitalized for 1 week in the intensive care unit and when I had woken up I looked to the right and saw a tear rolling down the face of my dad. My father was always the strong male figure that when he was faced with conflict would treat it with assertiveness and sometimes aggression, so I had never seen this side of him. When I was finally released from the hospital my father and I had a talk on the way home that changed

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

He was born with a condition called Thoracic Aortic Aneurism (TAA). The aorta is the largest artery in the human body and this condition is fairly rare. The biggest threat posed by an aortic aneurysm is rupture- which is what happened to my dad. Over the next six months, my dad needed lots of support from my mom and it was incredibly hard for her to balance my and brother and I during that time. I started to see the struggles she was going through and decided it was time for me to become a strong member of the family that everyone could rely on. While my mom spent long days and nights at the hospital, I especially had to be there for my brother. I would help him off the bus, work on school work with him, go to his practices, and made sure he always had something to eat. This process really educated me into becoming mature. It not only showed me how it was like to be an adult but also what it was like to be a grown women, mom, and an important figure in somebody’s life. Through the difficult move, my dad’s health scare, and being there for my brother, my eyes were opened to life’s true importance to a strong family unit and how miniscule my childhood problems really ever

In the summer of 2013, I woke up to my father shaking my shoulder. I had a summer basketball game that day, so I figured he was waking me to tell me I needed to get dressed. My dad's voice sounded hoarse, and as I opened my eyes I could see the worried look on my father’s face. I tried to ask what was wrong, but all he told me was that he would

They took me to a neurologist and psychologist to address my problems, which was just serious anxiety. I came to my dad and told him all of the issues and tried my hardest to not let his problems hurt me as much as I had. Such as I have learned in ethics, I had to make a choice for my health. I had to let him fail to let him realize what the problem was. He quit his job and pitied himself on the couch instead of going out to ask for help or another job. He tried to make me feel sympathy for him as he asked me for money and food. At the time I was still trying to find change in my room to buy lunch for the next day at school. I had to realize that I was not his parent, he was mine. It was not my job to take care of him while I was still in high school. It was always hard to see him suffer because of his bad choices but I decided from then on I was not going to let him bring me down with

In December of 1996, several months after having surgery, I went to give my dad his Christmas gifts. He had not been answering his phone for some time. Although I had become accustomed to this for some years before my surgery, this time was odd. Previously, my father was involved with someone who had a visible addiction. There were years where I rarely spoke with him for long periods. But this time I wondered why he suddenly became silent again. So I went in person and noticed he answered the door but did not invite me in. He barely cracked the door which was quite unusual. I never experienced this before because I had a key and could have gone inside but decided instead to ring the doorbell. I noticed he was coughing and appeared quite ill and frail.