My Family And My Father

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.

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.

Family. It’s one word that has a different significance for every individual. There’s multiple uncontrollable factors that can change crucial aspects of your personality, such as whether or not your parents are together or the number of siblings you have. These features can cause one to be either satisfied or discontented in their life. Most do not think about the stability of their family; after all, I never thought about it until mine began collapsing.

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.

One of the most difficult things to do is to break all my ethical values and principles down into a single phrase or statement. However, I have no choice in the matter. So, I would have to say that my family’s drive to want to do good for those who are less fortunate and the strong sense of family that we all demonstrate must be the strongest and best values of all. If we stay along that thought process, I would say that, for me, if I leave a strong and ethically sound roadmap or legacy for my kids and their kids to follow, then I would say that life was a success. Having said all of that, here is my single statement: The purpose of life is to achieve a socioeconomic status to where I can ensure the safety and overall wellbeing of both my family and then their families while achieving a positive impact on society that is greater than when I entered it. Always try to better myself and my family!

Family is one of the most important parts of life. When you have a piece of that missing, you always wonder what could be different. When I was little i always looked up to my uncles and my best friend was my papa. I wanted to do everything with them but because of my uncle’s job in the armed forces we didn’t see him as much as we liked but that made our time together even better. I would go everywhere with my papa and when my cousins were in North Carolina I wanted to do everything with them. I didn’t know that our family tree was just a little more complicated than I thought. It was something that would affect me forever.

Family provides a basis for how we interact with the world; when meeting someone new, or doing a new action, I think back on what my family has taught me. I have a large family and each member has done something that has impacted me in some way, but I have really analyzed how my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and parents have impacted my life. There are several aspects to consider however for this analysis I will be focusing on these socioeconomic events: immigration, poverty, gender, educational attainment, death, and health problems.

Sitting in jail after getting myself in trouble with a few friends doing things we should not have done. Balling my eyes out thinking of all the things that are going to ripple from this one mistake, I start to think of how this would affect my life and family. Overall, not really knowing what to do.

While interviewing my grandmother I have come to respect the changes her and my grandfather made within their own family. My grandmother and grandfather grew up in a home where their mothers were always cooking and their fathers were never home. Dinnertime was never a time their parents believed was important. They decided together that when they had children of their own they would make things different. My grandfather always made us breakfast and drove us to school, and no matter what meal it was my sisters and I always ate together at the table. My grandmother always did all the grocery shopping, and we would all help her prepare the dinner, set the table, and clean up. Our dinners always started with a prayer, and we would tell each other about our day. Most nights at the table were pretty rambunctious, because there are six of us in our family. One was always speaking over the other, teasing each other, and making jokes. Dinner time was relatively very fun in our household.

The P#7 contributor, shared the dilemma of his education between his dad and mom during his education process that:

I was seven years old when I was told that the parents who raised me were not my biological parents. I clearly remember the day that my aunt reveled the story how become her child. The story begun with her intellectual and revolutionary younger brother decided to become the president of Ethiopian Airlines Labor Union, who stood against the military dictatorship Ethiopian government. My dad was one of the leaders who coordinated a peaceful declaration for strike asking the government to give the power to the people. My dad, became the one of the most wanted for a campaign of mass killings called Red Terror, after seven people were shot and about 300 employees were arrested at her work place. The Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (2015P) reports, “Estimates for the total number of people killed in the Red Terror range from 50,000to 140,000 to over one and a half million”, which included several universities students, educated and professional young men and women.

I took advantage of the opportunity to discuss fear of death with the two oldest people in my family- my great aunt and grandma.

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

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.