Graduation Speech: Eulogy For Father

Growing up I was always closer to my dad; he's taught me so much about life, me, and how to handle things. My dad always understood me better than my mom ever even tried. My dad taught me I need to stand up for myself, but also to be there when someone needs me. He helped me stand up for myself, showed me what respect looks like; also, he taught me loyalty and respect are the two most important things. Along with all of that, he was there for me when no one else was.

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.

Sometimes things are not as they seem. People often choose to hide their true self in hopes to protect themselves from the wrath of others.

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.

I am thankful for my dad. My dad makes me breakfast. He takes me hunting so i can get deer jerky. He also lets me drive his truck when we are at the hunting club. He teaches me all about cars,houses, and about tools. But that is not all my dad does for me.

But the rest of the world doesn’t seem to understand either. Everywhere I go it seems as though someone has focussed the brightest spotlight onto my every movement, highlighting every fear and insecurity. Everything about me has changed except my physical appearance. My beliefs. My values. My virtues. My dreams. Yet how can it not be as painfully obvious to everyone as it is to me? How can they possibly not see how drastically I’ve changed? That I’m desperately trying to make sense of a confusing world that I thought I had figured out? But they don’t see that. To them I’m no more than an identical replica to any other football jock. That I’m too wound up in nothing but my own selfish life to be able to maintain a conversation, that I bluffed my way through high school and now struggle to form a sentence. That I’m an exact match to the stereotype despised by so many. But all I want is one person. One person to prove to me that

Brad wanted to celebrate our 1 year anniversary early because he would be in college by then. He didnt tell me what he was doing, but he came and picked me up and took me to the park. He said we were going to have a picnic by the water. He had food and drinks already ready and he laid out a blanket for us to sit on. He pulled out a box with a necklace. It was a silver heart that said “ I love you to the moon and back” that opened in the middle where there was a moon and a heart. Bradley Michael Tyra is the most amazing person I've ever met in my life. Brad knows how to cheer people up in the best ways. He knows what to say and when to say them. He has showed me so much about my life and the world. He has shown me the bigger picture. He has

As parents, we are immensely proud of our son's hard work. Jonathan has worked so much towards receiving his certifications from HVAC. We believe our son is bright and intelligent and that he has the potential to excel even more. Hopefully, he will become an engineer and will contribute to his community. We see Jonathan moving on to much greater things and we are so excited to watch him grow and succeed. We could not be more proud of our son's accomplishments.

When I tell people, I am often met with surprise and confusion. They question how I have turned out the way I have if that is where I am from. No one expects it from me: a teenage girl who embodies the essence of what a normal high school senior is supposed to be. No one is privy to what lies underneath that facade. I find that the reason no expects what I have to tell them is because they have a painted picture in their minds of someone like me and I do not coincide with those expectations. Usually, the expected image is someone with difficulties in maintaining interpersonal relationships, someone who struggles to maintain a healthy balance in their life, and someone who has let the events of their past consume their present. This is not who I am.

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

Good afternoon. First of all, on behalf of our whole family, I would like to thank you all for coming to attend my daughter's memorial service. I also would like to extend our deepest thanks for the tremendous help and assistance, love and support we've recieved from everyone. Words cannot describe the sorrow and loss that I am feeling, but I'll try.

I will always remember the look on my mother's face when she first told me that my dad had died. No emotion. Nothing. It seemed to me that my mom did not care that her husband had just died. I did not want to ask her why she reacted that way for fear of upsetting her, so I turned to others to talk about what had happened and really open up. Talking to others about how I felt about that situation lifted a heavy feeling in my chest and made those first few days without my dad bearable. It came to a point that anytime I got that heavy feeling in my chest I knew it was time to talk about my feelings. Expressing my feelings and opening up to people has now become something I regularly do. I quickly learned to discern who to tell what about me,

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

My father showed up to my graduation late missing me walk across the stage receiving my diploma, but I still love him. When I was younger we had a normal father daughter relationship until Valentine’s day of 2009 when he left. My mom left the house and business to get away from their toxic marriage. They soon got a divorce and ever since then he hasn’t been an active reliable father. Years passed, and I was still holding on to hope that he’d someday will re-enter his three-daughter’s life but hope soon vanished when he did not attend anything he should’ve as a father, call to check up on us or send not only monetary support, but support in general. My mother and father had a great relationship I would say before the divorce but of course

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.