Importance Of My Father In My Life

Something in my stomach was telling me I would not see him. I did not tell anyone this though just in case I was wrong. But I was right I always have a way of knowing these things. He heard a knock on the door. A feeling of relief washed over everyone except me. The person at the door was the only policeman in town and Frank the town leader. My mom could not keep it together. It is a hard sight to see when your mom is sad. The person you look up to when you are a kid is crying. That can mess a 6 year old kid up. The time that would take place next went from 0 to 100 so fast. We cremated my dad's body and moved. My mom picked texas because it had good schools. We did not have any family though and sometimes I felt as if that was a bad decision. My mother would not tell me how my dad died until I was 16. Not living without a dad can be hard. When it is at the crucial age of 6. You need a good role model. My brother became my dad if he liked it or not. Everything that happened in my life seemed like a blurr. The fact my dad was dead never really hit me. But it hit me so hard and so fast. It was like a brick wall. I started almost failing my classes, sleeping all the time, eating a lot, not exercising, moping all the time. I still suffer from it today. Back then though I wanted to die. But it is so much better. I learned that I held my mom accountable and my dad for

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

When I was 11 years old, my father died. Not knowing what to do with that reality and the emotions that came with it, I turned to my mother. My mother has always been my rock, so I was confident that she would put this entire situation into perspective. She explained to me how my dad had been sick for a while, and how god did not want to see him suffer any longer, so he called my father home. When I attended the funeral, it occurred to me that this would be the last time I would see my father. As the time of grieving progressed, I grew unmotivated, uninterested, and depressed. In middle school, I joined an after school program called Teen Hype. Teen Hypes's goal was to empower youth to be their very best self. After joining this program, my

When I was nine my father died. Death sprung from its hiding place and took what was most dear to me. I love my dad; he taught me to love and to enjoy life. We often went fishing and biking together. After his death the bikes and fishing poles collected dust in the garage. Sometimes when I let the feelings get to me, I would stare at the two dusty bikes and fishing poles and punch them with my small hands.

I feel like my life would have been somewhat better if my dad was in my life. My dad is a hardworking, extremely determined man. He’s pushed to reach my goals and expect more for myself from a distance, but I strongly believe if he was there every day he would have pushed me so much more to reach my full potential rather than just doing things to get by. My dad has always wanted the best for me, but with him being there, he would have actually made it happen for me to get the best. He could have possibly protected me from the bad things that have happened to me. Although I wish I could go back and change things, I cannot. I do think that if my dad was in my life, it could have been worse than it was. He could have been there, but not actually be there. Resentment definitely would have played a role if my dad was around without really wanting to be there. I try not to think about what could have been though. No one has a perfect life, but I am grateful for the life I was given.

I am dedicating my skull mask to my Step Father that passed recently.The person that passed away was my Step Dad (Abdul). This person was a positive father figure to

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

The personal issue that I would like to address for this paper is regarding the death of my father. My family, which includes my dad, mom, brother and I, were always close and tightly knit. This close relationship was established due to moving out the state and countries multiple times. After moving from Michigan to Tokyo, Japan, my family grew to depend on one another during hardships. As my parents were both Korean, they depended on one another during times of language barrier and cultural shock from both America and Japan. Although, growing up in a different country was extremely hard to adjust to, my brother and I felt always safe knowing that our parents were guiding us. My parents decided to come back to live

When I was growing up, I lived in a home with exceptionally loving parents. My mom and dad were always there for me and making sure I had everything I needed, however they soon became the normal American family and got a divorce when me and my brother were too little to remember. We didn’t quite understand why our father wasn’t around as much. Despite the fact that my dad no longer lived with us, he made a commitment to be there whenever he

Growing up I never really had much going for me. I came from a single parent background. I had an alcoholic father who abused myself, my mother and my brothers. This resulted in my mother divorcing my father when I was very young. She would single-handedly raise myself, and my 2 other brothers from 1995/1996 to the present day. She worked over 80 hours to support myself and my brothers. My father preferred to drink than to show up to visitations, so growing up for me there was no father figure to model myself as a good citizen. My mother would be my sole mentor, supporter, provider growing up. She would sacrifice her own wishes for her children. Things were hard for her to make ends meet while taking care of 3 young adventurous, at times mischievous boys.

Did you grow up without your father? If not, what if you did? How did it make you feel? What was the importance of your father’s presence and involvement in your life? As these are questions I’ve examined to see if a father’s presence and involvement are important to development. The father role present-day is continually diminishing from the values that constitute a traditional family. Non- traditional and single parent family structures are a growing phenomenon. According to U.S. Census Bureau, over 77% of children in the United States live in a single parent home with the mother as head of household or with the extended family (Kreider, 2011). As more families are becoming part of these reconstituted families the responsible of the man of the house along with the father for the kids leaves. Father’s involvement and presence can be beneficial or detrimental to a child’s development, as an individual father possess a different view to development that the other parent can’t replace. The importance of a father’s presence and involvement in life occurrences can be examined as it effects changes within a child’s developmental skills.

I had always thought that all little girls had the same dream as me. Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of the day that I would get married; the most important moment would be walking down the aisle by the arm of my father. My father is one of the most important persons in my life. He is my hero, my motivation, my everything. It never passed through my mind that I would have to struggle with many difficult phases at such a young age.

My grandfather, “abuelito Pedro”, he was my father's dad, he lived in Mexico but I would always be on the phone with him and when he would come visit we would have the best time. I was very fond of him so when I found out he was getting sicker I didn’t take it very well. It was a week before his death that we found out he was getting sicker, that he barely ate anything, he slept very little, and that he didn’t have the strength to get up anymore, but we assumed he would get better like he always did.On Monday February 22, we had gotten a phone call early in the morning from my aunt saying that he had gotten extremely sick. The whole day we were kept updated and I remember precisely that my mom, all my sisters and I were sitting in the kitchen around the phone waiting for a call we all knew was coming. At around 4 p.m the phone rang, I knew what it was before anyone even picked up the phone. I fell on my knees crying so loud, it felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart. When my sister got off the phone she said that he had passed away in the car halfway to the

The person who I consider to be the biggest role model in my life is my father. My father has been a role model for me ever since I was young, he was the one to show me that if I wanted to succeed then I had to do so with my own knowledge and with my own capabilities. He was never the person to shield me from the realities of the world, but at the same time he helped me to understand what was happening and how these world problems could potentially affect me. He was the one to show me that life will continue to happen whether or not I was prepared to do so. My father conveyed to me the importance of searching for opportunities instead of letting them come to me because life does not work that way. Life is not just going to provide me with help if I do not give an honest attempt to produce results myself. As a child I looked up to my father, especially since growing up I was the oldest child of the family. I did not have an older sibling to look up to and to learn from like my younger siblings which is what made it possible for me to look up to my father. A main reason that I had for looking up to my father was due to his strong commitment to go heritage and culture. The fact that my father came to this country as an immigrant from mexico and he came to this country without anything. No knowledge of the country and its language, just the basic necessities of life which was some clothes and money, amazed me.

On August 16,2017 at approximately 9:30 I was told that I was being signed out of school by my father. While I walked toward the office many things where going through my head. I thought to myself “why would my dad pick me up, something has to be wrong.” When I saw my father's face I knew in my heart that something very bad had happened. After I had gotten to the car my father told me “your great grandfather passed away this morning.” When I was told this I didn't know what to say or what to think. I had many questions as to what happened, where he was and what was going to happen.