My Dad Short Story

The relationship between father and son is like no other, commonly an unshakeable bond is formed between a man and his son. This is an ongoing cycle that shapes the next generation of men. In Hugh Garner’s short story “The Father” he tells the story of a relationship between a father and son that has been damaged due to being too preoccupied with the way people see the father. When people focus on priorities that revolve around themselves they risk damaging the relationships they have with the ones they care about because they are preoccupied with their image.

Many times in my life, I have received many lessons from my father. My father is a special man, he's nurtured me, cared for me in a way no man will ever get to do. My dad is someone who I can always say has been there for me, and i couldn't ever imagine life without him. Yet, there is one thing i can't ever forget. He's an alcoholic. My "dad" was never there, the alcohol was. There were times when i just couldn't believe to smell the alcohol on his breath. My whole life, my dad was in the Navy, so we moved around a lot. We never really had a home until i was around 7 years old, so through that time we struggled to have a real family due to us living out of boxes. When we bought our home in Harbor Ridge, things changed. My dad was really there, he went to my sporting events, he was home for dinner, and he was even there to tuck me into bed

My dad has always been my biggest motivator and the reason for growing up the way I did. We had a very tight relationship; I was definitely a "daddy's girl." I always wanted to be around him, he was someone I looked up to when I was younger. I always looked at him like he was so much more

It was a normal day Brayden, Seth and I just got done with basketball practice. We were wondering if we had plans for the remainder of the day.

I grew up in a very poor neighborhood hood, so everyday for me was difficult not knowing if I will eat or sleep on the streets. I can remember the moment where my father abandoned my mother and I. I was very young at the time I had just turned 7 years old. My father and mother had a very unhappy relationship it was very easy to tell they were not happy. I remember it was a Monday, November 4, 2002 my mother was staying with my aunt because my aunt was diagnosed with cancer and my mother was helping her out. It was my birthday I was so excited that day because I was suppose to get a gift from my father. I woke up that morning ran quickly to his room to find him not there, I ran outside thinking he was fixing his car or just rebuilding the birdhouse

"Victoria! Don't forget to pack, it's your dads weekend." My mom shouted across the hallway in our house. My parents have been divorced since before I was born so every time my father was in town I'd visit him. When I was younger, I would always ask my dad if I could spend the night at my cousins house since they were from his side of his family and that was the only time I could see them. Afterwards it became a routine going over to their house, little by little I hated going there but I was left in silence. One night, my cousin Emily went out with her friends and I was left to sleep alone in her room. As I was slowly falling asleep, I heard the door creek open and quietly shut closed... I quickly awaken, my heart beats as if it is about to pop out of my chest, I weep as movements get closer and he says "shhh.." There he was, beside me gliding his fingers down my belly to places his hands shouldn't be.

Growing up with a father that was never around and a father figure that also left was hard, but it taught me that I don’t need a father to rely on. I have myself and my mom, and as long as I don’t forget who I am I

That everyday I would wake up ,and would either be so sad all I wanted to do is cry or I would just hate the world. I told him I could never bring myself to commit suicide ,but I had absolutely no motivation to live. He was there for me. My dad did not threaten to send me away , he listened and agreed with some statements on mine about my view of the world. Now two months later I have an indomitable smile. I am now in counseling and getting help for what I needed , because of my “ father” I am alive.

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

Losing a father sounds like a tragic event, but it’s even more impossible when it happens to you. I don’t remember much about my dad’s appearance, just that he had jet black hair and eyes. I always saw him as kind and caring. My mom and dad split when I was 5, and she moved us away from him. He was always caught up in drinking and doing drugs, but he was always loving to my siblings and I. He was homeless and I spent years not thinking about him, but when he died, everything changed. Losing my dad, no matter how involved he was in my life, made me realize how quickly life can change.

There we are, Shelly and I, waking up early that Saturday morning to a hustle and bustle of pumping up ring tubes, packing coolers, walking to the store in the blazing heat, and preparing for the days events. Shelly, being a close childhood friend and later girlfriend of my father, Jeremy, we immediately had a close connection to one another. We had arranged to meet at Stout’s beach, this is not the actual name, but it was named that for one of my dad’s friends Jason Stout, and he was also a close childhood friend of my dads. There were so many of my dads friends who came in support of his memory. Many of these people he called friends he had known since he was a small child. The feeling I had greeting his childhood friends

My dad and I were in the car going to our my first organized basketball game. My heart was pounding I was already sweating and I was the most nervous I have ever been in my whole entire life!

It was a cold December night Dad had locked me out of the house it was better than the

I heard a loud yell as I stepped off the last step off the bus. It was 4:02pm and I had just gotten back from school. “Emily, come here! Hurry!” It was my dad. 1 million things raced through my head as I heard the loud yell. Was he hurt? Was someone else hurt? Living on a farm, with animals and machinery, you generally don’t think of anything good when you hear yelling.

I always looked forward to my mom coming home from work. She always walked into the doors with a smile on her face and greeted us with so much affection. Seeing her each day after work gave me so much joy and I looked forward to it. One particular day when I was 5 years old, my mom pulled into the driveway and I got filled with excitement that I literally thought I was going to pee myself. Except when she got out of the car she had this look on her face that I had never seen before. She looked worried, scared, and heartbroken. My excitement quickly floated away. My mom approached my dad and said we need to talk. My mom and my dad went into the bedroom to talk and when they came out of that I room I knew something was wrong. Dad came out looking so angry and sad, as if his world was just turned upside down. My mom approached me and they both took me out onto the front porch of our home. I remember thinking in my head, “what did I do this time?’ That’s when the words came out my mom’s mouth, “Clay came to my work today and he wants to see you and have a relationship with you.” I knew Clay was