What Is The Eulogy For The Pursuit Of Happyness

Growing up we didn’t have the riches or opportunities that others had but we were jubilance. I never kenned any woefulness because I was protected, like an angel my father guided me. In his eyes I was never wrong, his kindness and word of wisdom made me the young adult I am today. My father wanted to help everyone whether it was finically or emotionally he was there to help. On a rainy day my father was walking me to school when we came upon an eight year boy, he had no jacket or shoes. He was freezing cold, so my father took of his jacket and put in on the little boy shoulders to keep him warm. He asked where his family was only to discover the kid was an orphan. My father took me and the boy back to our house. I was watching my father bathe, clothe, and feed the boy. The boy name was Abdi; he stayed with us and went to school till my father was able to find a good home for him. The kindness that he showed Abdi made me want to help

We are gathering here today in honor of my father Willy Loman. Willy left us at the age of 60 years old. Leaving behind two sons my brother happy and I. He also left behind my mom, his beautiful wife of 40 years his wife, Linda. We all have our flaws, we will not remember him for his flaws. But, for his perseverance good intentions and values he instilled in my brother and I.

When I look back at my childhood I cannot picture it without you. You have helped shaped who I am today and for that I thank you. When I think of you i think about all the love that you have to give. I am so lucky to have you in my life and I will always cherish the memories that I have with you.

He has also helped in preparing me to become a nurturing mother to whatever type of children my future may hold. I know without my help Russ would not be where he is today, which is in a normal classroom making honor roll. Without Russ I would not be where I am today - an understanding, patient student working toward a degree in occupational therapy. My family has always taught that there is always something good in something bad. I know that my most positive traits were acquired from Russ's disabilities.

Have you ever heard of the music that is known as "satanic"? Well, a band known as "Bring Me The Horizon" is categorized under that division. The band is not satanic, however, it is a group of people trying to make a difference in the world. The lead vocalist, Oliver Sykes, is very important to me. Oliver has impacted many lives throughout his music career.

I had never given much thought into how I would die. There’s something about being young that causes us to believe we’re invincible. It’s not like dying young is uncommon, it’s just that there’s something extra despairing about a life ending before it had really begun. Over the past 18 years, I’ve never thought twice about my mortality. I mean, it wasn’t anything special to me. I knew that I would eventually die, but eventuallies aren’t always as far as you think. Here I am, only 18 years old, my cold body

Even six year old me could see the great suffering my father experienced not only mentally but physically. I recall once walking in the bathroom and seeing my father vomit, it was the first time I seen him so vulnerable. I could see the pain in his eyes. It was our third month in the united states and my father could not find a job, it was killing him. He was considering a job as a dishwasher to support his family, for that I could never repay him. A sprinkle of hope glimmered in our dark world when my dad got a job as a dispatcher at a local Airport, when I look back now I wonder if father ever felt disappointed that his hard nights of studying in college was futile, if he know that he would have to give up his career to support his family. Soon we moved out of my aunt and uncle’s how’s into a small one bedroom apartment in a sketchy neighborhood. By that time my mother has lost a total of thirty pounds. The once vibrant and sociable women was always tired, she often made called relatives back home which resulted in her crying for hours. My father would often cook and clean, it was fascinating to see my dad performing these tasks

Hi dad it’s Artie. I want you to know your story is a huge success. I know that makes no difference to you, however I just wanted you to know. The work involved in writing this book helps me to understand you better. I know our relationship was never the best and I certainly take my share of the blame. I wish I took the time earlier your life to get this story from you as it has helped immensely in understanding who and why you were the way you were. I guess sometimes it takes reflection upon our pasts and timing to bring about a true understanding. I just was not ready until it was too late.

Hello my name is charles monroe sheldon and I was born on february 26,1857, at wellsville, new york. My father was a minister,and because of it my family and I moved frequently until, in 1869,where we stayed in a frontier tract and lived in a log cabin in the Dakota territory for several years.I went to school at phillips academy, brown university, and andover theological seminary, I completed my theological degree in 1886. then I became a pastor in a congregational church at waterbury, vermont, but I only stayed two years since I desired a new church that I could help direct from the beginning. A visitor from kansas introduced me to his granddaughter Mary Abby Merriam, and encouraged me to come to topeka. The central congregational church

I would first like to thank you all, friends and family alike for joining us here today. Our friend, Herman W. Mudgett, who most people knew as H.H. Holmes; was my closest friend for most of my life. In our early years of childhood he was a crazy kid, though he always had nice things to say about people. He was so creative and with his ingenuity he never ceased to amaze everyone with his creations. His all time goal in life was to build something everyone could enjoy at The chicago’s world fair, but in the early stages of his life that didn't seem plausible. As well as we all knew him, that wasn't going to stop him. He was an insurance policy salesman and he could sell anyone, anything. So with that chapter of his life going on, besides the

I don’t think that my dad knows how much I really do appreciate him and everything that he has done for me. My dad has been there for me every step of the way. From teaching me the essentials like walking and talking to just the simple joys in life like riding a bike and driving a car. Every step of the way he was right there telling me how proud he was. To some those are just simple words but to me they mean so much more. The one thing I want in life is to make my parents proud and to never disappoint them. But what my dad doesn’t know is how proud I am of him. I’m proud of how he puts family first, always. I can always count on my Dad to be there at everything I do. I’m proud of his sense of humor, and how he lifts the spirits of those around him; how he can lift the spirits of our family when times are tough. My dad did not have the easiest childhood, he lost his mother as a teenager and grew up with just a father but still today he is one of the happiest most joyful hearted men I know and for that I am proud. I’m proud to tell you that he took the time every night when

I’m at my first dance recital, looking for my mom in the audience because I know she’s there. I see all my friends’ moms and dads in the audience. After I finished performing, my friends were all taking pictures with their mom and dad. I see other dad’s bringing their daughters flowers to say “I’m proud of you”. I stand there giving my mom a big hug. I was so happy she was there, but my dad had missed my first ever dance performance. I know my dad wished he could’ve seen me dance, but he is in Iraq right now fighting for our country. He’s so brave. I miss him a lot.

In conclusion, I am daddy's little girl and proud of that. I could not of asked for a better father. My dad has always been there for me and I wil always be there for him. I respect my father because he deserves to be. He stayed and was a father and never took the easy way out like in the world today most fathers do. I believe my father is the best at everything he does. He has been through so much in his life and still is a happy wonderful man; I would have been sad and depressed if I had to go through hald as much as my father. Dad is strong and looks ahead not behind, he always say the past is the past "always

Dad,I would first like to start off by saying that I think you are the smartest man I have yet to meet. You always try your hardest to ensure that our family is more than comfortable and satisfied. I aspire to be as successful and fun loving as you are. You are always going out of your way to please your friends and have a good time with them. I mean what a guy!

Growing up without a father can be the hardest things a child has to go through. But growing up with a father that never truly loved nor cared about you, rips your heart open. It makes you not want to trust anyone, and I can for sure tell you that the only reason I am the way that I am is because of a man that I thought was my father. It turns out you can make someone a father just because they had kid. I’ll tell you what I remember about my dad; it might not be a lot of memories, but it sure does have a lot of meaning. One thing that I do remember very clearly is day his girlfriend was driving his van and she came around our neighborhood. I was outside playing with my mom when she was driving by. As soon as I looked up the van was driving down slowly. It’s like she wanted me to see the van. I got so excited I thought my daddy was finally coming to see me, so I started running towards the van then she drove off and I started running after crying. I couldn’t even go outside anymore, she was having way too much fun seeing me crying. You’d think that if your dad loved you he would stop drinking, doing drugs, put his family first and his band second. It never went that way and I think I’d trust him if he didn’t lie or break any promises. But I can tell you that there is no way in hell that I would ever let him back in my life. Why is that whenever I want to be happy things happen? How was my mother supposed to know that her two year old