My Eulogy : My 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.

Benjamin Tucker is a 39 year-old hardworking, family oriented man and I am proud to call him my father. Everything he does is to provide for his family. That is one goal my dad will not give up on. Growing up, I have watched my father start a business, remodel homes, and build all kinds of things, all while working a full time job. My dad is a caring and understanding kind of person. If something was wrong, I know that I could go to him about anything I needed help with and he would give me the best answer that he could. It may take a little bit of Googling, but he always seemed to know exactly what to do. Benjamin Tucker is a hardworking provider, a crafty businessman, and a adventurous, loving father.

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.

Look at me Lord, You have given me life, happiness, love, and on and on, just because I said yes I believe. I now tell you Father that I believe that we are ready, all things are in place we can offer the message that they can come to you, clean, free and born again new into your arms. Let the lights shine, and show the way that people can literally walk to safety in their community, seek shelter while they sort out their lives and that every time they come there they are closed to the day that they to can say.

I have longed for you every waking moment of this day. I know we just had dinner last night but I just can not stop thinking about the exciting lusts that we share. I can't wait until tonight we we can see eachother again. Sometime I forget that we both have spouses! Truthfully, when I see you, you are all I think about and I immediatly forget about Tom. I hope I have the same reaction on you only with your wife. But I truely feel that you can do better than (dare I say) Mrs. Daisy. Sure she is talented, bright, glorious, and very beautiful but she simply just does not share the same feelings for you as I do. If only you knew how much my heart longs for you. If you knew this, you would have left her a long time ago to be with me. But you

When my report card arrives at my house no one will really pay attention to it until it is opened. My mom is usually the one who opens my report and if she doesn't open it then it's me. I have gotten pretty good grades my entire life so my mom always expects me to have A's. When she opens the card I think she'll be happy that I'm passing all of my classes but, she'll probably playfully scold me for having a B in P.E.. My sister would say that I'm doing very good and she would also tell me to tell my dad I deserve a present for all my hard work. I will tell my family that I'm doing great in school and that they should give me money because of my good grades.

First, I must say the day started off as one of the worst days in a long time. My husbands been out of work for a week now, and prior to that, companies weren't paying him for his work and everything has been unstable. Today I prayed more than I ever have in my life. I pleaded to the Lord to please just send my husband work... any work at all.

If I was given the opportunity to sit down and have a discussion with any one person, living or deceased, I would speak with my loving husband, Todd Stevens. On May 24, 2006 my husband of twelve years and the father to our six beautiful children was killed by a drunk driver while driving home from work that evening. I would talk to Todd first about our children and how proud he would be of all of them. Noah would be the first child I mentioned, as he was the baby and only six days old when Todd was killed. I would tell him how sweet Noah is and what a kind, loving soul he has. Also, that he is placed in the gifted and talented classes at school. I would talk next about Nathan and how he is so independent and wants to be older then he really. About our daughter Emily and how she made the honors list at college and just finished her first year there. I would tell him about Joshua and that he’s in his first year as an electrical apprentice an about Daniel and how he works as a conductor at Norfolk Southern just like him. I would tell him about Michael and that he is in apprenticeship program as well for plumber and pipefitters and about how hard he works.

At first, my mom and my dad both had lived in the DR for a while before coming to the U.S with their family. After them moving to New York and not knowing each other my mom and dad attended the same school. Then they were going to high school where they started being friends and after a year or so goes by they get together. After graduating high school they both went to college. But they had me, got married and my dad left college to work hard to support for us. Then my dad left college to look out after me, but after three years later they had my sister. My sister and I got close, but my dad taught us how to be clean. So every day after school, I’ll do my homework, clean and I would never like my room dirty. So I thank him for that because

Waking up and not seeing him, not seeing him when I came back from school, not seeing him at my games. This soon became as an everyday thing. I would call every other 2 days. There would be times that I wouldn’t talk to him for 5 days. His schedule with mine weren’t the same. While I was at school he would be sleeping. While I was sleeping he was working. Sundays were the only days that he wouldn’t work and the days I could talk to him.

I want to tell him that I love him and I care. But I can’t. He doesn’t want me to. It would make everything worse. I have this sick belief that love is a fallacy, because most of the time for me, it is. And I just can’t stop feeling this disgusting feeling. It’s not really a yearning but it’s like- I want him to know that he isn’t useless and hopeless and trash but I can’t tell him that because he won’t care and he’ll think I’m just doing it because I want to bang him or something. Even in just a platonic way, I want him to be happy and I don’t want him to be hurt- but I can’t stop him from hurting himself and it’s useless and hopeless and without a solution because we are both really messed up and that’s just the way that he releases negative

Daddy? It has always been just my mother and I. There was never a really strong father figure in my life since the day my father left when I was just two years old. He just packed his bags and left, as simple as that, I never saw him ever again. (until a few years later) I wasn’t able to get to know him, didn’t get to find out what kind of food he liked, the TV shows he watched or even if he ever loved my mother and I. I don’t remember ever writing him a Father’s Day card or feeling the warmth of his arms around me, I was too young to remember ever having his love, I don’t remember much about him at all. To me he’s a mere shadow, a fuzzy memory that never seems to fail to creep into my dreams and haunt me. I can’t escape him he’s everywhere, every father I see with his family having a picnic at the beach, in every couple that I see holding each other on

The last time I saw my father was when the pallbearers closed his casket. He looked so peaceful with his hands crossed at his chest, dressed in a suit, pain free. My grief was just beginning, knowing I would never see my dad again. At twelve, losing a parent was something I would have never imagined would happen to me. He died of stage four liver cancer. My family traveled from North Carolina to Pittsburg and then to Cleveland Clinic to find the best oncologist. Our families last hope was chemotherapy would save him, but unsuccessfully it didn’t. A few days after his chemo treatment, he started to vomit blood, and was rushed to the hospital. He spent six days in the Intensive Care Unit. I didn't know at the time but this was the beginning,