My Family And Beloved Friends

Losing a loved one is never easy. There will be pain and heartache. There will be Days where you do not want to get out of bed in the morning, and days where you just feel angry. I know when my family was struggling with the Loss of my baby brother, though he was just a few days old, it was unquestionably heartbreaking. Seeing my mom in the depressed state that she was in made me cling to her and I refused to leave her side for a long time after his passing. I know that I am not in your exact situation, and I will never fully understand, but I hope that I can provide at least some kind of comfort in this time of loss that you and your family are experiencing.

“Work hard, never give up, and most importantly, always stay humble and kind”, these are just a few words my father would say to me when he had the chance or felt that I needed to hear that. My mother would say, “Mickey, as long as you believe in yourself, you can do anything”. To this day, I live my life through proverbs, quotes, and advice from a variety of people. I am very family-oriented. Most of the things I do is in hopes that I can augment some type of valuable contribution to my family and others. To begin to tell my story, I will first start by talking about the people who had the biggest influence on my life.

My family has played a big roll in what makes me, me. After God, family is number one in my life. I believe that without them, I simply wouldn't be who I am today. My immediate family has shaped me into the women I have become. They love me, and want the best for me. I have an uncle who truly means the best for everyone and everything, however, that isn't what he necessarily gives us. He messes up, and has made some terrible decisions. Just like anyone, right? His story is different. Let's start off by saying he has five boys, with three different women. He has abused not only his body with drugs and alcohol but also relationships, leading to separation from all of his kids and the women who he thought he had loved at some point in his life. He has spent many years in jail, coming out more depressed then when he went in. He was left living on the streets with no shelter and no food or money to provide for himself. His life is lived in depression. His oldest son, Cole, passed away in 2016 from an overdose on drugs. I believe if he had a better father figure in his life, his life would have been set on a better path. Cole was someone who was so loving, and the day I found out he had passed, I was devastated. I didn't want to believe that someone so great had made a mistake and accidentally took his life because of it. I will always look up to Cole because of his love for others, and regret the decision he made on March 4, 2016.

I waited for the black truck to arrive at my door. I never knew my aunt, uncle, and cousin, and now they would become my new family. However no one could really replace my real family. My Mom, Dad and younger brother got into a car wreck. I was the only survivor. My heart still aches from the experience. To make matters worse, I would have to leave my home in New York to go and live with my closest relatives in the country. My emotions and thoughts were acting like they had been put in a blender. I was happy that my extended family was willing enough to take me into their care, I was sad because I would have to live away from my home and friends. Everything will be different nothing will ever be the same again.

Everyone has someone in their life that makes you feel better when you're sad or cares about you eternally, no matter what. That is my family, specifically my Dad, my Mom and my brother Brian. Some people take their family for granted, but I know that without my parents I wouldn’t have a roof over my head or food on a plate or even clothes on my back. Without my brother, I might not have played any sports, my brother is the one who introduced all types of sports into my life and motivated me to do my best.

I am so thankful for my family. Each and every member of my family has taught me a valuable lesson and loved me every day. They are all so strong and this is a quality I strive to have and continue throughout later generations. My family is not a group of bodybuilders or crazy gym rats. We are mentally strong. We have gone through tough days that we never thought would end. Those times still hurt but we made it through them together because we stood by each other and loved one another every step of the way. My family is not what others may picture as the perfect family but they are perfect to me.

Family was a word that made me feel like a empty bag, drifty down the wind, not having a clue where it's going next. It was a word I heard a lot, my family this and my family that. People I was surrounded with had a family to be with but I didn't have no family here to even spend time with. Sometimes when I heard people talk about their family, I would day dream and imagine how my family was like, what they liked to do, what did they do and go for family reunions, how many people I had in my family, were there some in my family, characteristics I shared with them or were there others that were totally different from me. I would think what was my mom and dad's side like, what was different, and how did they come together to call us a family, what was the history in the Kanidy and Elbare family that brought us together as one. All these questions I had in my head left me wondering out alone for years. Whenever people asked about my family, I would just want to blast off, miles away to my destination, right quick, and meet them and land back to the conversion and tell them about my family.

There are things more important than money in life. As the days pass by, someone dies or is born. There are some who live their lives with nowhere to call home.Dreaming of having a place to sleep and eat and be comfortable at. There are some who live their lives, knowing that the next day they won’t be able to wake up. Hoping that they get to stay alive another day to feel the warmth of the sunshine on their face, to smell the freshly made breakfast, and to be healthy again. And there are those who live their lives with no family, dying to know how it feels to be embraced by your parents. Some people never experienced having a family. Some people, including kids were never able to stay healthy. And some people never experienced what a roof on top of their heads would be like. I am thankful to have a home where I feel secure. I am thankful to be in a healthy condition. I am thankful to have a family.

The make-up of my family was our parents, two boys and four girls, of which I was the youngest. It was a Christian based home, where my father was strict but, my mother was the nurturer in the family. In my eyes, my mother was awesome because she had such inner, spiritual and physical strength, and although both parents played a big part in our spiritual instruction, the memory of her example of faithful prayer and dependence on God’s strength, impacted me the most.

On the day of October 7, My mom picked me up from dance at 9. I walked in my house and walked back to my bedroom and plugged my phone in, as I walked out of my bedroom and walked to the bathroom my dad had yelled my name to come here. My mom and dad were in their bedroom and I continued on to go to the bathroom. As I was walking in my mom walked out into the hallway and I whispered to her and said what does he want. My mom said “I don’t know” just go to the bathroom. So I went to the bathroom my heart racing and wondering what was going on, I knew it couldn’t of been good. When I came out of the bathroom they were still in their bedroom, and I was trying to avoid going in to talk. So I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to get some grapes, and then I was heading to the basement to finish my homework. As I was washing off my grapes, they walked out into the kitchen. They then walked up to me and told me they needed to talk. My dad grabbed my hands and my mom walked to my side, and then that 's when they said my mom had breast cancer. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there and the tears started pouring out. That 's when all the questions and bad thoughts started to come to mind. The questions like what is she going to have to have, and then the thought of I don’t know what I would do without my mom. She came around and gave me a hug and told me she was going to be okay. I definitely couldn’t tell them that I was thinking that. I had to be strong and make

Throughout my life, I have lived fatherless in my family of girls. And the only time I would come to interact with another guy would always be at school. Growing up all my life like this was definitely a hardship that I didn 't know how I would be able to overcome as a little kid. I would never know what it would be like to live with a person encouraging me to be righteous and courteous. I would never know what it would be like to be pushed to be tough. I would never know what it would be like to take responsibility and learn how to be independent. I would never grow up the same kid as I have without a father. All this drove me out to grow up differently as it is. And for the majority of my life growing up, I thought it was all my fault for being different. However the only time I felt like a guy would be when I would be with my friends who would always immerse me in how it 's like to be a guy, and more importantly, to be an American. So I continuously craved to go to school not only to learn, but to learn to be normal. Yet, it was still difficult for me to juggle my different lifestyles between both school and home. And I knew that it would eventually come back to hit me, but I didn 't know when or how to handle it. However, I decided to hold this indifference to myself which resulted me to be shy and very quiet. This held true to me my entire life all the way up through sophomore year. And then it suddenly hit me. I knew that growing older and older with this issue would

I was born in Mexico, and raised in a Christian environment, where some of my uncles and aunts are pastors, and most of my family members serve at church. I am the youngest of two brothers and a sister. My mom used to take us to church since I remember.

Most people think that their lives would be perfect if only certain conditions were met, or circumstances would turn in their favor. I know many of my friends would choose to be rich and famous. Others may choose simple things, like a new house or a car, even a better job. For me, my life would be perfect with these three things. To have more time with my family, have more love and less hate in the world.

My family mean the most to me. My family is everything to me, they have helped me get to where I am today and they will continue to help me grow and thrive. My family is not the average one mother one father one girl and one boy. My family has one dad, one mom, 4 girls and 2 boys. Plus a little dog that goes by the name Jingles. My family is not like other families, we have a 7 seater car and when all of us want to go we squeeze in. My family is really close too. I usually have people ask me if I get along with my siblings and I say Yes! Honestly the other day all 6 of us kids we sitting in the living room and my sister was tapping on her cup of juice with her ring and we all started to head bang, and just little dance moves in our seats on the couch. I don’t understand how most families don’t get along, yes, my family has fights and we get mad but at the end of the day these people will always love you and will always help you.

The most important thing for me in my life is my family. Although we are separated during the week, we would hardly see each other. Deep down they are the reason why I look forward to Fridays and Sundays. These days are not just any ordinary day of the week for me and my family. My two beloved aunts Maria and Luz come to visit me and my mother, most of the time we go out of town, which makes the rest of the day go by very fast. Then what we usually do during the week.