This reflection paper will attempt to explore the grief and loss of my father as it relates to Stroebe and Schut’s Dual Process Model of Bereavement and Neimeyer’s Meaning Construction Model (cited in S. Lister, 2008). I will expand on the two models and posit that the bereavement process is a combination of both the dual process and the meaning construction models as it relates to my grieving process over the loss of my father on
me the value of higher education. My parents didn’t have the opportunity to pursue education. My mother finished high school in Mexico; but soon after graduating she began to work. On the other hand, my father wasn’t as lucky. In Guatemala education isn’t encouraged among families because the necessity of money is too great due to poverty. In my father’s case he began working when he was 7 years old causing him to only attend up to the second grade. All my father learned was that hard labor is necessary
those outliers. My parents trials and tribulations slowly started to consume not only their lives but also our family 's. The very successful company begun by my Father was at its all time low. With the struggle to pay the bills and lack of money the situation at home became difficult. As a fifteen year old sophomore I was sidelined forced to watch my parents struggle not only with financial issues but also family issues with both my Brother and our uncles. It got to the point where my 18th birthday
foster home and travel insanely to try to find your father. This is a glimpse of Bud 's story. Bud, Not Buddy takes place in Flint, Michigan. Times are hard in the period of the depression. Ten year old Bud’s mother passed away and he was put into an orphanage. Bud has a father, but he had never met him. Bud was transferred out of the orphanage to a foster home where he was treated cruelly. Luckily, he escaped and is now on the run to find his father. Bud carries around a suitcase wherever he goes.
thirteen persistent years of applying for a green card, my father 's escape from the difficult circumstances in Turkish society became achievable. Spending quite some time on the Turkish cargo ship, Obo Deniz, my father had time to reflect on what he wanted to do with his life. At the age of nine, my father had already dropped out of elementary school to help my grandfather harvest his crops. From a young age, the inevitable labor enforced on my father led him to dream of a land where he could work to
big family with nine sisters and 3 brothers, and to see all of them educated and love to go to school makes me really happy. My little brother and sister’s wakes up with agitation and excitement to go to school. I come from a family where both of my parents did not attend school, no high school diploma, and no certificate and to see both mom and dad pushing me to be the best at what I’m good at is a holy feeling. Mom and Dad were not born in the united states my mom was born in Somalia and my dad
My middle brother is twenty years of age and his name is Dante. Our family is small for being Italian, but there would be more if mom had not died. I was only one-year-old when she got into a fatal car accident. That was when we moved back with the family. My family is not a normal one. We have five different guns in our mustang at this very moment. Before the crimson came along my grandpa and uncles would always come into my dad’s bar with a black bag. They thought
changed my life, my dad. He has always been there and guided me in the correct way. Just like in Sedaris “Me Talk Pretty One Day”, how something negative leads to a good outcome, my negative event resulted on how dads’ actions impacted my life in such a significant way. (635). My dad became a great example for me to look up to, by showing me how dependable, adaptive, and hardworking he truly is. My dad gave me the ambition, to continue my education, and become a dependable mother for my daughters
It was my 5th grade ceremony at Anthony Burns Elementary School, and I was standing in line to get my certificate. The school’s principal called my name to accept my certificate for “AB Honor Roll” and “Excellence in Math.” I was looking into the massive crowd, and my mother, along with my Uncle Chris and Aunt Saundra, were cheering me on with jubilant faces. I remember how intense the moment was, and the overwhelming feeling’s of love i received; I was proud. As I made my way across the stage,
call from my father saying that migration got him.I started crying.I ciuld not believe what happen.when i told my mom she started crying. Then i called my aunt santa and told her. My aunt came over. i could not believe what happened. I could not stop crash. he was in jail and i could not believe it , we have to do things during the month’s .My dad would call us often and we had to pay. i was happy when i hear his voice. I cried everytime , My mom and i were to a line , We have our family to rely