Father's Memorial Service

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.

Hello family and friends…welcome. Today we have come together to remember sister Jean, but this is not just a service of remembrance. This is a Christian service of memorial. In that sense, we have come here to proclaim our faith in a God who has promised us a future; an eternity; in life beyond the grave. Jean lived this faith. Even after she was diagnosed with cancer, she came to a deep understanding of who Jesus is and what He had done for her, for us…so even in the midst of her pain and suffering she experienced God’s love and presence in a powerful way…she found the Way, she met the Way…she placed her complete trust and love in Him, and it changed her life forever.

"When is the only time success comes before work?" Christian Schiebout, the most successful man I have had the opportunity to meet, asked me that question more times than I can remember. Today I will be honoring my great grandfather, Chris through his service in war, his success in life, and his impact on my life.

To honor my father on the Day of the Dead if he had passed away I would place things from his life and things related to his life. I would honor him by placing candles around his altar along with the traditional flowers of Day of the Dead.

Ed doesn’t care. He has lived long enough to realize it doesn’t matter what people think. His hair is balding on the top, goes down to about his shoulders, and is as white as snow. He wears the same outfit everyday: a battered pair of jeans, ford belt buckle, and boots. He doesn’t wear a shirt, I always think he wakes up and can’t find a shirt so he makes himself just decent enough to go outside. He has tattoos all over his chest, and could be the scariest looking person I have ever seen. When we knock on his door at about 3 p.m. we assume he is just waking up because he looks like he has seen daylight for the first time in a week. He opens the door and gives us a grin of relief and says “You here to mow the lawn? She probably needs it. How long has it been?” “About a month” I reply. He hands Camden $30 and we got to work. Ed looks up at the sky and says a work I can’t say in this paper then he goes back inside.

Well, to start off I wanted to apprise you about my roots. I've been told most of the people from my community don't make it far in life, well I'm here to prove those people wrong. It is understandable the perspective that people might have regarding where I am from but just because I come from a place where there are crimes almost daily, it doesn't mean that everyone here is in any way like that. Fortunately for me, I was raised by a loving mother and father, to a certain extent. Of course I was always daddy’s little girl, until the day my parents decided to separate. Seeing my mother go through so much as a single parent shaped me to become the person I am today. The heart ache you get when seeing your single parent struggle is, need

This book is very straightforward about death and how children can view it. Its makes mention that “In books and movies, often times the bad people die, but in real life good people die too. It explains that some people die of different things like old, sick and unexpected. Also, explaining what death means, it means when someone or something stops breathing, and their heart stops beating. They cannot eat, drink or think anymore. After the person dies usually there’s a ceremony called a funeral, where friends and family can talk about the person that has died. Also, it goes further what happens after the funeral and how you might feel about the person who died. Sad, Regretful, Angry?. Regardless, of how you feel you didn’t cause that person

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.

A few years ago, my cousin married a man named Tom. I had never seen Tom before, so I really didn’t know what to expect. I was shocked when I first met Tom. He was covered in tattoos. Both arms were full of tattoos, his neck was covered in tattoos, and he even had a tear drop tattoo on his face. He had a prosthetic left leg, but he did walked without a limp. He had a full, grey beard and was riding a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. This was obviously not what I was expecting. I immediately suspected that he had been in prison, was in a gang, or was just a crazy person. I could not believe my cousin would marry someone like this.

This high societal position never crossed the image of my own destined future as a child, it had never even been one of my occupational considerations as I played with toy cars and soldiers. Most young boys, including myself, would look forward to saving the citizens and becoming firefighters or policeman. From my experience, those dreams are able to achieve, whether or not it is of the same dream you had when you were in your youth.

I don’t remember much from when I was little, by little I mean like 4 ft tall little. I believed the the memories my parents had of me which were of me going out with them and being so happy about everything but the memories I remembered so clear were the nasty arguments my parents had. At the hours of the late night, I could feel the vibrations of screaming and yell through the pillows of my bed that I used to mute the distractions of the night. All that I could do was wait, wait for a moment of silence to let me sleep, wait for a compromise between them so I could now that everything is at least ok.

My mom went into labor at my dad’s birthday party. Only a few friends and family were over and she kept leaving the room. Finally, my uncle asked why she kept leaving. To which my father replied, “Oh, Laurie is just going into labor. We’ll leave for the hospital right after the party.” I love to tell this story not only because I can usually receive a small chuckle out of anyone who hears it, but because I would like to live my life the same way I came into it, with a party. For this reason, all of my life I have tried to find the fun in everything. Throughout harsh trials, being able to keep my chin held high and having an enthusiastic outlook on everything has truly helped. A surplus of those hardships have shaped me into the amazing young

The moment I felt most helpless was watching my dad suffering from a chest pain, barely able to catch his breath, my mom was being sick for a month, and I couldn't take them to the doctor since we had no money. That moment the dream that I've had nourished since I was little urged more than ever: the dream of opening a clinic for poor people and I'm a doctor. I'm aware of the time and effort I will have to put in studying so that one day I will able to wear that white coat and take care of people who suffer from their illnesses. However, I feel discourage sometimes when I think about that I wouldn't be able to take care of or at least pay a rent for my parents in the next eight years; my dad will be seventy and my mom will be sixty- five at

Good evening. Thank you. One year ago, I introduced my father when he declared his candidacy. In his own way, and through his own sheer force of will, he sacrificed greatly to enter the political arena as an outsider.

I imagine that at my 12 grade graduation that my symbol will be my dad because he is always confident in me, he also drives me to school, and fixs my dinner every night. I don’t think that I would be here if it was not for my dad helping me. For all these reasons I would like to thank my dad for helping make all my accomplishments. To be honest i don't think I would have made it this far without my dad helping me. That is why I chose my dad to represent my symbol.