Eulogy For Father

One event that defined a part of my life that involved literacy was when I had to write a

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

Things between my parents are still rocky and they still fight but it is nothing compared to what we were living like. My relationship with my dad has been like a rollercoaster. I want him in my life one month and the next thing I know he screws up and I do not want anything to do with him the next. He still does not know how to be a dad and out his kids first.

mother met my step-father a couple years after. Since then, I could say he’s been the greatest father ever. I was growing up with him, and I always viewed him as being my real father. I never had that father figure till he came. I mean I love him because he had the guts to accept my mother with a child. He turned out to be a good role model for me. He taught me morals and values, something my other father never told me. My step-father loves my mother. Both of them struggled economically at first, but they worked hard to raise me right and become the person they want me to become. I remember my step-father telling me that everything will turn out right. He wasn’t like other step-fathers who abuse their children.

Well, to start off I wanted to apprise you about my roots. I've been told most of the people from my community don't make it far in life, well I'm here to prove those people wrong. It is understandable the perspective that people might have regarding where I am from but just because I come from a place where there are crimes almost daily, it doesn't mean that everyone here is in any way like that. Fortunately for me, I was raised by a loving mother and father, to a certain extent. Of course I was always daddy’s little girl, until the day my parents decided to separate. Seeing my mother go through so much as a single parent shaped me to become the person I am today. The heart ache you get when seeing your single parent struggle is, need

Our relationship with our loved ones can be sometimes complicated, and one of the reasons is because of the way our parents are raising us; and also the way their parents raised them too. In this decade fathers are less aware of their children’s need of love. The idea of fatherhood changed dramatically after the Industrial Revolution. The economy abruptly dictated that somebody had to go out to work in order to bring food to the table. Men were usually chosen, because of the idea that woman are the ones who take care of the household. In addition, for almost 200 years, each generation of fathers has had less authority than the last, when talking about their children. I am not making generalization about all men, but there is an enormous amount

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

Growing up I didn’t really know how to deal with my parent’s divorce cause I never payed no mind to it. I thought it was just a normal thing growing up with one parent in the house. I though just living with just with the mother in the house and seeing my dad maybe once a year was normal for most people. Just spending a weekend at my dads was a big deal because all we would do is have fun and play games. It seemed like a vacation more than anything to me, so I didn’t really have a problem with it. But once I started to get a little older I started to miss the father son bond that I saw on TV and even at school. Dads would come pick there kids up from school every day or their dad would meet them at the bus and then walk with them home every

Due to having a father like mine, my childhood was not an enjoyable experience for me. When I was younger, I didn’t understand what was going on or the type of person my father truly was.

Over the years I’ve learned to cope with him never showing up, but in my heart every Christmas Eve I hope for a miracle. It doesn’t phase me as much as it probably would have if I knew him. But no, he was gone before I was born. My mother says she doesn’t blame him, yet she doesn’t tell me why he left and never came back. Sometimes I like to imagine what my dad is like.Whether he’s this big fancy rich guy that lives in New York, or if he’s just a regular guy that lives in New Hampshire. More so when I was younger, now I just think about keeping my mom happy.

As i grew up my dad was not around as much. I got disappointed many times. I would go to my grandmas and he would not be there and i would stay with them and still be confused. They always say “ Daddy is on Vacation “ He was never on vacation but i did not know that at the time. At this time i was in elementary school and i still saw him sometimes. But there were times I did not see him for months or “he did not have time to get me , it was too late or he was still working”. That is the man I grew up with and I hate to say it but I still thought he was the best when i was little. He was not. He would occasionally take me to eat and it got to the point where he would occasionally

Over time, there have been several people who have influenced various aspects of my life, based on their personal characteristics, accomplishments, and values. I have been privileged to have had numerous teachers and professors who I respect for their patience and intelligence. There are artists that have inspired me by their natural talents and original creativity. I value many political leaders, who have inspired me by their contributions to society, and their ability to change our futures. Of all the people I have encountered in my life, the person I admire most is my father.

Everyone is born with a biological father, not necessarily a “dad.” A father essentially has a choice to walk out or give up. Not everyone can be a dad or be a good father figure to their child. It’s up to them if they want to take advantage of their time with you and love you endlessly. My Dad is one of the most important and influential people in my life. To you, he is Paul Derosario but to me, he is a loving father, mentor, role model, and a friend. Our relationship is so significant and strong that the bond that we have cannot simply be broken. He pushes me to be a better person, teaches me important life lessons, and sacrifices so much to make my life better.

After exiting the stage and seeing most of my classmates for the last time, it was time to face my dad. I walked up to my family greeting me with “congratulations!” and flowers, I told everyone thank you and walked over to my dad; his eyes were red and his face looked sad “I’m really tired”, he lied. “I’m really proud of you kid” I gave a smile and said, “thank you”. We talked for a few more minutes before he left and went home. Weeks have passed that I didn’t hear anything from my father, I would make the effort to call him just to only talk to a monotoned version of my father for a few minutes and then hang up. I knew what he was thinking. I knew he thinks that I did this just to spite him; I was blamed for it many times. But what I will never know is, why can’t he support me when I found someone who treats me the way I deserve to be treated and loves me unconditionally?

The rest of my life since then I’ve avoided my father as much as I could. I don’t look at him when I pass him in the hallway. I don’t talk to him at the dinner table. I didn’t care for him anymore, and he doesn’t care for me.