Eulogy For Father

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

That everyday I would wake up ,and would either be so sad all I wanted to do is cry or I would just hate the world. I told him I could never bring myself to commit suicide ,but I had absolutely no motivation to live. He was there for me. My dad did not threaten to send me away , he listened and agreed with some statements on mine about my view of the world. Now two months later I have an indomitable smile. I am now in counseling and getting help for what I needed , because of my “ father” I am alive.

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

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.

     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.

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

One day my Dad told my mom, my sister and I that our plane tickets were schedule for the following day and that we had to pack all our stuff, I was full of emotions because my dad left us to come to the United States so that he could provide a better future for us.