My First Day Of My Father : My Dad

I met Claverle Joseph, otherwise known as CJ, back in 2013 when I was trying out for a travel basketball team called Palm Beach Flight. Our body types were about the same, lanky, about 6ft tall, and size 12 shoes. However, that was the only similarity we shared. My upbringing came from attending a private catholic school for twelve years before I moved to Florida. His was a more difficult path where he faced problems within his own family and in his neighborhood. I got to know CJ over the next three years as we played on the basketball team together side by side and sharing countless experiences in hotel rooms when we would travel to different parts of the state to play. Although our differences were stark, we bonded over basketball and we

A phenomenal, strong, and intelligent woman. I introduce myself in such ways because I am a daddyless daughter, however being a daddy-less daughter does not define who I am. It does not take away the hard work, and achievements I have encountered in my 20 years of living.

He laughed at the obvious icebreaker. I introduced myself and we ended up talking for a good portion of the night. The conversation was not completely focused on either one of us. Contrary to Tannen’s views, I was first to introduce myself and make sure the focus of the conversation did not shift solely to one person.

I turned my head and saw him standing at the door behind me. He was looking right at my drawing.

I looked back at Mom standing at the gate, happily waving. I half-smiled and yelled, “I love you! Bye!”

The happiest, most exciting memories I hold on to are often accompanied by a country song, whether it be playing in the background, or roaring over the speakers. Songs are written for people to feel and relate to the emotion the songwriter and singer put behind the lyrics. Growing up having my dad be my role model and most influential person in my life, I often find myself in things that remind me of him or our memories, along with songs that describe a girl who is fearless and lives on the edge at times, as if there are no consequences. For me, this is especially true listening to the song “She Ain’t Right,” by Lee Brice, which highlights my personality and strength I got from my dad, my sense of fearlessness, and my constant seeking out of adventure.

We were seating really close to each other, but it didn’t feel awkward. I thought it was funny that just earlier in the day we were complete strangers and now we were like that. After a couple of episodes, he made his way back to his seat. The flight atendants started serving some food. We would land in an hour.

The Birth of my first, Jayden, was pretty normal, and he was on time. I was in labor for

I’ve known Michael since second grade that’s 11 years a pretty long time to get to know someone. I remember the first day in Ms Holden’s class when I started talking to Michael next to the bookshelf’s on our second floor classroom and since that day we slowly moved up the height of this building and have remained amazing friends ever since.

My intentions going into this conversation with Nic was to use a couple of the conversation starters and hopefully the conversation would take off from there. I enjoyed this conversation since it flowed more naturally since we hit it off on a few topics that we were both knowledgeable of. What I learned from the interaction is that if you and the person you are speaking to have a few things in come, small talk isn’t that scary. I chose the conversation with Nic because we were both standing around looking for a partner, so we just picked each other.

We walked into the kitchen and I saw my mom who smiled and came over to hug me. "It 's so good to see you, Mason."

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 was a lifeguard, but not in my lifetime, so maybe loving the ocean was in our blood. As children we grew up in Brooklyn and we would go to Riis Park for our day at the beach. One very distinct memory is of my father as he stood waist deep in the ocean with my brother and sister; the waves periodically lifted and dropped them in the water at his side. Waist deep for my father meant it was well over my head so I remained a safe distance (or so I thought) behind them. Suddenly, a wave appeared and and before I could turn and rush to the shoreline the ocean attacked. I found myself in a world of foam, pockets of air allowed me to breathe as I was tossed about like

I never really knew my father when I was growing up. I was raised by my mother and my little brother's side of the family. My own family was across the ocean in California. By the time I was nine I

The hardest time in a person's life is often following the death of a close family member. Death is hard, losing someone you love and see on a daily basis causes great grief and sorrow. For me that special person I lost was my Dad. My father died when I was twelve and it was no doubt the hardest time of my life. Our relationship was indescribable I was his little buddy and we went absolutely everywhere together, and when he died it was like he just disappeared from my life forever. As a young boy you really do not know how to react to such a terrible situation. Neil Ibrahim a father of four dies young and it's just you and your brother left to carry the family name. Throughout the grieving process one learns who really cares about his or hers well being and the upbringing of their children without a father, losing your father makes you more responsible and a more humble person because you are all they left behind.