My Father Was a Paradox Essay

He taught me how to build a rocket. He also warned me not to try to go to the moon in it, his reasoning being that it was only cardboard and only three feet tall. Aside from that he told me not

He showed me that chivalry can be used in everyday activities, that it isn’t just found in courage and honor. It is also in keeping a door open for a woman. It is imbedded in paying for a woman’s check, helping your infant grandson up a flight of stairs, it is in the basic things we do that make us civilized human. I do believe that what he taught me on this matter made me into more of a gentleman, too. He was my role model who showed me how to treat others, and how to be a good man. I would never be where I was now without the almost fatherly affection he showed. He was always right next to me during our fishing trips to teach me something new. Along with this, he showed me my first real view of humor. Not of some obscure and strange youtube video that everybody laughs at because it has profanity and informal topics, I mean honest humor. Something that is rare today. He was also my best male role model, as I have no father in my household, and I would rather learn from a gentleman than my brother. I learned so much from him, and I only wish I could have known him for a longer period of time. But the most important life lesson he taught me was grit. He showed me the little part of every person that makes them say no to giving up, that makes them go through with a challenge even when it seems hopeless. He showed me that in any fight, you can never give up. He always told me to work my

What I learned and understood about my father through conversations with my older siblings was about the impact of the loss of my grandfather (my father’s father) at an early age, heavy responsibilities taken on at an early age (hardship of the Depression era) to help support his mother and younger siblings. This led him to a strong sense of responsibility and a deep faith. But it all made him seem emotionally unavailable. The hard times for black families dealing with racial discrimination and the horrors of Jim Crow led to strictness that he, in all likelihood, felt was necessary for the survival of his children. There simply was no place for lighthearted fun. This greater understanding led to a stronger connection with my father, and an appreciation for such things as his devotion to having taken care of his family, his integrity, compassion for those less fortunate than himself, and the commitment as a deacon and Sunday school teacher.

He wouldn't fret helping you in the event that you required it. He adored showing his classmates and his friends before every one of them the life lessons they expected to learn. He ingrained in all of them the qualities he carried on with his life by, and I was sufficiently lucky to get the opportunity to see them grow up through his teachings. I can see him in all their splendid little faces, and I realize that he was glad to have such a delightful family.

One of my favorite parts about my granddad particularly was how he always had something inspiring to say to me every day to keep me going. Sometimes it feels like he’s still inspiring me today while in heaven. I believe I would be struggling more if I didn’t have him around when I was little. He was the only father that was there for me when needed most. I miss him all the time, but

Overall, my dad has an altruistic attitude, is positive in every situation, and amiable towards every person. I believe that he will never stop being the way he is, because I think he enjoys being positive, amiable, and altruistic. I hope that one day I can repay him for all the wonderful things he did in my life. In conclusion, he will always be one of my most favorite personal heroes that was in my

I am very afraid. I have been so close to dying so many times. This is not anything like they said war was like and I am afraid that I will never see you again. I miss you all very much. The list of things I wouldn’t do to see you all again is nonexistent. Mother, I miss your cooking and your ability to always make me laugh. However, above all, I miss you tender kisses and your beautiful smile. Father, I miss your constant advice. I also miss the way that I felt when you hugged me. I felt so safe and protected. I miss my sisters dearly. I miss Gabriella’s laugh and her jokes. I miss Camilla’s hugs and her positive outlook on life. I could use a bit of that positivity. I even miss her spunky attitude and her constant whining. I miss Michelle’s

With sadness, honor and anger I make the long-overdue announcement of my Grandfather's Passing, August of 2017. I won't call this a Eulogy. He specifically requested that none be presented. He more specifically demanded that rather than go on about the business of his demise, I am to go on about the business of living successfully, happily and fully myself and being who I am. He was so amazing, wonderful, brilliant, generous of both asset and spirit, kind, non-judgmental, accepting, motivating & compassionate in so many ways and for so many. He loved my grandmother and I in the deepest, most loyal of ways. He has been my idol, my mentor, my project partner, my example, my friend, and most recently, the last living member of my natural family.

In conclusion, it was a pleasure to have met this man. His great intelligence, dedication and love made him deserve great victories, good friends and beautiful family. He was able to transmit to me from an early age incalculable values, all based on respect and love. I don't think he was a perfect man, but he was an excellent father. I try every day to pass these values on to my daughter to grow based on my own values. His memoirs will always remain marked in the center of my heart. Remember what makes me cry and I think from heaven always guide my steps because my father will always be my eternal guardian

As a young boy, I missed my dad. I loved spending time and being with him, but I always knew why he was going. My father taught me the importance of patriotism and respecting the sacrifice that many men and women have made for the

Growing up, I began noticing not having a male figure in my life. Due to my father being absent in my life, my mother provided and worked multiple jobs to bring food to the table and pay the bills. We lived in a middle class neighborhood; it didn't have much crime or corruption. The only degrading thing that was slowly rising in my neighborhood was teen pregnancy. My mother drilled in my head to not fall into her footsteps and to not have a baby out of wedlock. With my mother having me young, my father being missing in my life, and my life being filled with predomaaintly women in my life, they all played a major roll in my life and my thought process.

My father is someone who has experienced things many people these days have not. When he was growing up his step father Wes was very hard on him and his sibling. He would make them work for everything and was abusive. Finally, my Grandmother left him and took the kids with her, my dad and his three sisters. They traveled all over the country starting in California and just moving around. He was bullied at most of the schools he attended but always stood his ground. He eventually moved to Dubuque and went to Hempstead high school where he met my mom and stayed here for the rest of his life.

"No buts, son. What I say goes, and I said no! "Howie was yelling now.

My dad was an alcoholic all my memories consisted of me coming home from my babysitters or school, he would be drunk passed out on the couch with beer bottles everywhere, and nascar on the television.

My father showed up to my graduation late missing me walk across the stage receiving my diploma, but I still love him. When I was younger we had a normal father daughter relationship until Valentine’s day of 2009 when he left. My mom left the house and business to get away from their toxic marriage. They soon got a divorce and ever since then he hasn’t been an active reliable father. Years passed, and I was still holding on to hope that he’d someday will re-enter his three-daughter’s life but hope soon vanished when he did not attend anything he should’ve as a father, call to check up on us or send not only monetary support, but support in general. My mother and father had a great relationship I would say before the divorce but of course