My Family Essay

My mom called me to a family meeting,I wandered down the stairs knowing that he had been sick but I never thought that this could have ever befallen upon me.When I walked into the living room tears ran down my moms face like the rain rolling down the window. I new what had transpired but I still would not accept the truth, I kept saying NO! NO! NO! But There was nothing I could do It felt like the walls were closing in, then I realized that he was in a better place and that his memories would always stay with me in my actions and words.

My family Is a plays a big part in my life. Without my family i am nothing. My family means so much to me, they are always there for me. They come to every sport game I have. They buy me

In 1974, my mother, and her lower class family, emigrated from Canada to New City, New York. They moved frequently back and forth between various American and Canadian cities due to my grandfather’s lack of finding long-term employment; he has a book filled with pages upon pages of business cards and papers recording his numerous previous employers. Eventually, my grandfather found a steady job in print, working for the New York Times in 1985, my grandmother opened her own bookstore for a brief period in time, and my mother and her siblings all attended and graduated from four-year colleges. The entire family continues to retain sole Canadian citizenship. As improved a life they have been provided, not all immigration stories have such a happy ending. Most immigrant families coming from south of the United States border, in the same financial situation as my mother and her family had been, will not have such luck. They are stuck in a paradox of stereotypes, between being perceived by the suburban white family as “lazy” or “taking all of our jobs.” Why is it that we turn a blind eye to our neighbors to the north, as if they collectively live up to the stereotype of unfaltering niceness? Though much has been said about these immigrants coming to the United States from Latin America, very little attention is being paid to the immigrants coming from Canada and Western Europe due to prejudice.

Family! Family! Family! Family can be a wonderful thing. It can be healthy or unhealthy. It can be functional or dysfunctional. Family means different things to different people. Some families are loving and close. Some families are mean, hateful, and distant. There are different types of relationships within a family unit. Relationships can be enmeshed, detached, or disengaged; these types of relationships are unhealthy. The family system can be open and homeostatic; these kinds of relationship are healthy. We are all born into different families with different situations. Sometimes life can be hard, with all of its facets and difficulties, and ups and downs. Looking at the past of one 's life can be a happy event for some, but for others, it can be tormenting to have to reminisce about the past.

     The 1950’s were a decade of growth and expansion. Growth of the middle class, expansion of religion and a growing economy kept Americans on the move- literally. Families were moving from the cities and into the suburbs. “This massive shift in population from the central city was accompanied by a baby boom that started during World War II. Young married couples began to have three, four, or even five children (compared with only one or two children in American families during the 1930’s) (The American Story, pg. 729). This style of living began making the immediate

As I endured the prospect of creating a genogram, I allowed myself to reflect and interpret the history and impacts that affected my family. During my review of my genogram, I was able to consider my family within a multigenerational, diverse, and socio-political context. By creating a genogram, a dialogue was started within my head and with my partner about which family traits, issues, strengths, and resiliencies made me who I am today. Subsequently, this dialogue made me aware that being raised in a small family has many advantages along with some disadvantages when acquiring information about influences and the history of preceding generations. Consequently, I did not have to contend with many conflicting recollections but I did have to rely mostly on my own memory, public records, and journals to piece together my genogram. Although all things discovered and recollected are not always fortunate on the surface, they subsist as basis to my personal resilience and strength as a gay man.

My family brings joy and happiness into my life. They are a very important part of my everyday life. My family accepts and understands me as I am, and they support me no matter what. They are the ones who encourage me whenever I have a problem and help me survive in tough times. They teach me the values of love, affection and care. They are an essential part of my development and personality; thanks to them, I am a good person today. It makes me happy to go home every day and see my family, have dinner with them and spend time together. I think my life will not be the same without my parents and my sister. They are a complement to my happiness.

Have you ever lost someone that you really admired? I did, my Uncle died from a heart failure, he had a heart attack. I was four years of age when he died, so I didn’t really understand what happened but now I do. My family and I traveled all the way from California to Mexicali (part of Mexico) to help my aunt, my Uncle’s wife, with the funeral money. It was a very rough time.

Have you ever been to a funeral? If you haven't you're pretty lucky. I remember seeing everyone's emotions spilling out of them like a waterfall into the ocean and the hatred I had for her for leaving me here alone! I remember singing her favorite songs to her and everyone that came. Of course I was crying so it sounded horrible. I just miss her!

I grew up with both of my parents and three siblings, my family is extremely close, so close that everyone needs a break from one another from time to time. My family is far from perfect, I am not the oldest child but I always took on that role as being the oldest sibling. The one who watches my two younger siblings when both of my parents weren’t home. My older brother Aubrey was supposed to be the one who watched over us but he never did. He spent his days locked away in his room, or nat at the house at all. Taking on the role of almost a mother figure to my younger siblings was difficult. I had to learn to be selfless and not just think for myself at an early age. When my mom didn’t come home till after twelve to escape my dads drunkness or my dad was laying out drunk in the bedroom. I was the one who fed my little brother and sister. I was the one who cleaned up the room the three of us shared. I was the one who helped them with their homework, who did my little sister's hair. I didn’t realize how much mature I became because of this responsibility till I was in high school and was referred to as Mom by the basketball team. I’ve always thought that I was the same as any teen immature, reckless, and carefree. That wasn’t the case at all I had many responsibilities like babysitting my siblings,washing and folding our clothes, making sure they get their chores done. I did this because I knew my father drank because of our financial situation, not being able to pay the

Everybody loses someone special in their life. Some people don’t know when they’re gonna lose someone close to them. In 2013 I lost my father to a hit and run accident on Landover road. I was in 7th grade and my brother was in 9th. We had went to New Jersey for Thanksgiving with my mom and her side of the family. My father had stayed in Maryland because he had to go to work. We was in New Jersey for 2 days so we didn’t see him. While we was down there people called us and said he was missing. We didn’t really think nothing of it. Until we had got home and found a small card in the door. My mom had took the card and called the number. My mom wasn’t even on the phone for a minute before she started crying and on the floor. I asked my mom what

My dad’s death helped me overall to be a good person because, in life I realized that there was still hope in finishing my education. My experience getting to know my dad was short, because I never really got to see what he was like. I have no memory of him and I never heard him speak since I was little, but my mom told me what he was like. The only thing that I have to remember my dad, is a picture where he was in the barbershop with my family and friends. The only thing I can do is stay focused in school and keep up with the rest of my class.

Losing my mother was very traumatising. She was the only parent I knew since the age of three and the one person I knew I could depend on one hundred percent. I was in school when one of my cousin came to inform me that I was to return home immediately. In my gut I knew something serious must have happened to my mother. I do not remember how I got home. When I saw several people crying at my home and nobody was really make eye contact with me, I just started to cry too and that is when someone told me how sorry they were for my loss. I was in shock for more than three days. I did not sleep nor eat and I did not shade single tears after the initial outburst. Basically I just wanted to crawl in a corner and never wake up from the nightmare. However, I had to become an adult and I

Though some may say, myself included, that the death of a family member is one of the hardest, toughest, traumatic things to deal with, it also comes with a good side. That good side is that it brings people together to not only mourn over a loss, but to celebrate the life of someone great. One can either sink from a situation like this, or one can rise. I feel like my family and I chose to rise from this. We were all changed in so many ways. My grandma, Veronica, was especially changed the most. She and my granddad did absolutely everything together. They

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another