Eulogy: My Godfather

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.

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.

There are many people who work or have worked with my dad at the Sherriff’s Office or even the Police Department, who have impacted my life. One of these people is Josh Barnes. My parents used to take us to their barbeques, and we would play with his two sons Ryan and Justin. After my parents divorced, we lived just a few streets away from them with my dad and stepmom for a couple years. Two years ago my mom and step dad took my sister and baby brother up into the hills a couple miles for family pictures. It was winter time and there was a lot of snow, but we had been up in the snow before. We ended up getting stuck about 10 miles up, it started getting dark, and we had zero cell service. My mom got ahold of someone, and Josh caught wind of the situation through my dad and they both drove up to us and took everyone home. He didn’t need to, but he helped. My dad went to the academy with a man named Brad Pope, and they both landed jobs here in Yerington. Brad’s wife at the time used to babysit my sister and me, and we would play with their two toddlers who are in middle school now. My dad and Brad coached little league for a while, and currently, high school football. My dad told me one of the most important reasons they have

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.

Along with being supportive, my grandpa is one of the most selfless people I know. Whenever my family needs help with anything he is the first person we call because we know that if anyone can do it, or is willing to do it, it’s him. My dad owns a landscaping and plowing business, so he is always wearing down his trucks, causing them to break down a lot. Papa is always up to the challenge of fixing them, even though he never has to. One thing that is really important to him is family, he has always, always put family first.

The scent of fresh pine and baked turkey dominates over all senses, surging into the crisp air of the kitchen. Presents are stacked to the brim of the Christmas tree, while a toy train intermittently passes by. Effervescent ornaments sparkle with the memories of past years. Rooms are full with aunts, uncles, distant cousins, all of who push their troubles aside to celebrate this day once a year: Christmas . It is chaos, but the good kind.

My grandfather in law, Ray Schmitt, had a true connection with me and my family. Even though he was not directly related, he always treated me and my family like his sons and daughters. He would always welcome us with smiles and even though he fought through hard times, like occasion strokes, he never forgot to put a big smile on his face. My mom said, “ He was a devoted family man to everyone, and he was devoted to the faith, and that showed in his actions.”

Dad's in a pretty good mood; he's preparing his patented breakfast. Mounds of fried potatoes, potatoes sliced with a knife into little squares then fried in lard in a cast iron skillet. Two more cast iron fry pans are filled with scrambled eggs; a fourth pan is brimming with bacon. There are several sheets of his invention, cinnamon rolls made from Bisquick dough with sugar added, rolled thin, spread with a thick coating of butter, pounds of homemade strawberry jam, raisins, more sugar and cinnamon. Rolled up, cut about an inch thick, placed on a cookie sheet and baked. They're a real pleasure to eat hot with even more butter melting over them but the cookie sheet with the spilled jam cooked into cement is a bugger to clean. Dad never does the dishes. That's a kid job.

He wouldn't fret helping you in the event that you required it. He adored showing his classmates and his friends before every one of them the life lessons they expected to learn. He ingrained in all of them the qualities he carried on with his life by, and I was sufficiently lucky to get the opportunity to see them grow up through his teachings. I can see him in all their splendid little faces, and I realize that he was glad to have such a delightful family.

He helped take care of me when I was little. He is kind, and funny.He taught me how to fish, He is my role

He has carried me throughout this painful but extremely helpful journey which has taught me many things. The most important out of all is the value of life and money. When I was younger, I didn’t care how much money my parents had, I didn’t care how much they spent on me. The only one thing I did was to order them to but me useless toys, the toys which I barely played with. Now I know their pain, I know what they went through to get me those toys. You ask me how I know this? Well, when you’re in a

days a week. His life of hard work encourages me to work harder and provide for the people

When my report card arrives at my house no one will really pay attention to it until it is opened. My mom is usually the one who opens my report and if she doesn't open it then it's me. I have gotten pretty good grades my entire life so my mom always expects me to have A's. When she opens the card I think she'll be happy that I'm passing all of my classes but, she'll probably playfully scold me for having a B in P.E.. My sister would say that I'm doing very good and she would also tell me to tell my dad I deserve a present for all my hard work. I will tell my family that I'm doing great in school and that they should give me money because of my good grades.

time he does have he spends it helping around the house. My father have made many sacrifice, I

Daddy I was your biggest fan. You were so abusive. I really didn’t know any better.