"He looks just like me. Mom, I should have tried to see him." These were my words as I looked at my biological father lying in his coffin. His name was Larry James, and he lived in Utah. I hadn't seen him in years.
It was during the spring of last year. The evening was quiet, and I was trying to concentrate on my chemistry homework, which was becoming incredibly tedious. The sudden ring of the phone broke the calm. Nobody yelled downstairs, so I knew it wasn't for me. However, after a few minutes, my mom came downstairs with a serious, we-need-to-talk look on her face. At first I thought, "Oh great, what did I do now?" Then I realized she had been crying.
"Tanya, your Aunt Linda just called."
My Aunt Linda, I had never even heard
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I do remember the bar, though. The name of it was the El Ranchero. A friend of my mom and Larry owned it, plus it was the only bar where my dad could still drink even though he had an outstanding tab there.
Since I didn't remember that much of my biological father, I asked my mom to tell me about him. "What would you like to know?" she asked. I told her to tell me about what happened between them. I already knew that they married when she was seventeen, and I was born a year later. I also knew that Larry was an alcoholic and a drug addict. He also couldn't hold a steady job. I thought it was these facts that provoked my mom to divorce him. She said that these were some reason, but she also told me something else.
"Tanya, you don't know this and you probably don't remember it since you were about a year old, but your father owed drug money to a dealer. Well, when the dealer showed up to collect the money and your father wasn't there, the dealer threatened our lives. He held a gun up to my head and said he would kill you and me by that next week unless we came up with the money. That was when I knew it was over between your father and me."
My mom and I could have been killed? I was shocked but most of all angry. How could this man who was my father have let this happen? I concluded it must have been his addictions, but that still was not an excuse. In the end the debt was paid by my Grandpa and everything turned out fine with the dealer.
My mom still wasn't
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I later got tired and gave up on the matter. I was hurt and broken
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.
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“I’m coming to pick you up to go to grandma’s house” my grandma had been moved back to her house because they “couldn’t save her”.
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My parents Brad and Alina always seem to be arguing about something. Brad, my father, is always gone on business trips and never seems to have time for family. I'm in 7th grade now and my mom is my only support. My mom is always trying to make excuses for why my dad couldn’t make it home on time. However, she makes me smile every time I see her in the stands cheering me on. My father hasn’t been to any of my track meets, basketball, or baseball games for almost two years. I always hear my friends talking about how they went fishing or played catch with their dad’s over the weekend. When I was in first grade my dad didn’t work as much so we would all go as a family to the park and run around. However, when I was In third grade I got diagnosed
now. The only thing I can do now is pray and hope. To pray that I will
I never really knew my father when I was growing up. I was raised by my mother and my little brother's side of the family. My own family was across the ocean in California. By the time I was nine I
“Life sucks. I think all of you can agree with me there. Uncle Ernie is lucky that he got out while he could. Alright now, put away your dirty looks. You have to understand, this is my seventeenth funeral in the past 26 years of my life. Yeah, I love Uncle Ernie and what happened to him is devastating but you have to admit, after your fifth funeral, these things get really repetitive. So long story short, Ernie, I miss you and I’m glad your awful experience in life is over. Have a nice afterlife.” I walk away from the podium and sashay out the double doors of the Holy Place of God. Once the doors close, carbon dioxide releases from my mouth and my legs give out from under me. I’m the last one. The last of the Rollins-Williams family. The next funeral will probably be my own, who knows if it’ll be tomorrow or thirty years from now. All I can do is live my life and wait for my time to come.