Eulogy For Father

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.

One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said

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.

I had my cousins and aunts and uncles. I also had my grandparents from my dad’s side. So it was as if a part of home was coming with me. It was August so my cousins didn’t have to enter school until the 3rd of september, we had our fun but summer had to come to an end and they had to go to school. Of course my mom being the forgetful woman she is, forgot my transfer papers so I didn’t enter school until a week later. I remember my first day of school was awkward, I didn’t know anybody besides my cousin. Which I’m thankful for because she’s the one who made this situation a lot easier. She introduced me to some of her friends and that very same day I met many great friends. Some of which I still talk to, to this

The moment I realized that my dad was not going to be in my life was when I wrote him “that letter.” My dad had went to jail, and at that time I still fought for my relationship with my dad. In the letter I basically informed him that everything was going to be alright. God was going to bring him out of every situation, and many more words of encouragement. Our relationship had been somewhat okay, I visited him in jail and of course you know how things go with certain people. They tell you that whenever they get out, they’re going to be a better person, he’s going to continuously be a part of me and my brothers lives. So what do you think happened? That shit never happened. I think that’s what had hurt the most. Because I literally gave so much into that letter, and for you to continuously lie to me and tell me that you’re going to do something and you don’t is pretty fucked up. Because even when people were beginning to give up on him, I was the only one being positive and trying to give him a chance and be there for him. I just don’t understand how you can just look someone in the face and feed them all this bullshit and then you don’t make the effort to make anything happen. But I guess that’s why it’s called

     Anyway, the day my dad moved out was a day of mixed emotions, I felt like the largest weight in the world had been lifted off of my shoulders and at the same time the sadness that I felt was just weighing me back down. I was so glad my dad was finally going to take a stand and stop the arguing but I was so sad that he was going to have to leave to do it.

My father had left a year before my siblings, mother and I did. I begged him and begged him to stay. I recall staring out the garage window every single evening, in hopes my father would return home. I missed him dearly. I was ecstatic when my father proposed the idea of reuniting.

As the days, weeks, months and years when by. Me and my mom finally came back to Santa fe we were finally back together. Daily, i look forward to waking up each morning to watch my little brother, dad and mom there for me and with a big smile every dad. This made me learn it’s hard to not have a dad around you a dad that you would feel some around with. Even though me and my mom had hard time and also had bad memories but also good

He had even admitted it was nice to finally talk to someone who is trustworthy and who will listen to anything you have to say. Then I just felt something magical we had kissed it was so amazing that made him cheer up a little more. We started dating officially but we were a thing at the time then about two or three weeks later he had started to date it was a amazing change.

School ended, and I waited for a message or a text saying he was ready to talk. I waited for about a week and a half, and nothing happened. I called him, left a message, and waited some more. Over the course of the next month, I don’t know how many messages I left. He answered once out of all of them, and told me that (conveniently) he had been grounded from all forms of communication. I didn’t speak to him again until a few days before school started back up.

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

I loved those moments with my dad. There are the times we would be riding in the car to anywhere and would talk about anything under the stars. After I resurfaced to the real world, I realized I was crying for the first time since I heard the news about my dad.

A few hours later though when my parents did finally emerged from their bedroom they gingerly sat me down at the kitchen table informing me that they would be “taking a break” for a while as my mama had put it. But, all I knew was that, after that, my Step Daddy Cade had left home and he didn’t return for four months. At the time I had honestly thought he was never going to come home again. That’s how things usually worked out around here in

At the start of my seventh and his ninth grade year we were the dynamic duo, and besides being in a different building during the day we were inseparable. We were together everyday after school, then one day in May close to the end of the school year he told me he was moving away to Illinois in two weeks and I was heartbroken. During the last two weeks we had together we were connected at the hip , only separating for the school day. When the night before he was leaving finally came, I got off the bus at his house and helped him pack up the last of his things. The next morning I went back to his house to say our final goodbyes, and it was the hardest goodbye that I have ever had to say. We hugged and cried and I watched him drive away for the very last time and my heart fell to the floor. After he left I sat in his driveway and I didn’t wanna move, I remembered every single

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