The Day Of The Year

Finally, I am so proud of my mom because is the best person that I have been meeting. She is a good example for me, to continue my live and achieve my

Thanksgiving is a week away that's about the only thing on my mind, my dad's mind, my mom's mind, everyone’s mind. Plus my dad just got back home from doing five years in prison, so yea it was something to look forward to, sitting at the table as a complete family again. Anyway we had just picked my dad up from work, that night we ate steak and potatoes, my favorite! It was a school night I had just gotten my school clothes ready and was headed to take my shower. I stopped in my parent’s room, because I saw my dad up getting dressed to go out that night. We talked for a minute or two then he told me goodnight he'll be back, so I continued to do what I was doing. I really had no idea this would be the last time I saw my dad. Around 7 a.m. the

So we will be celebrating that by going to my cousin's Mother’s day dance show. That will last about two hours, it will be a bunch of energetic little girls who will sometimes carelessly dance! As the crowd will chuckle at them having fun. After the dance show is done, we will come back home and invite my dad’s side of the family over to celebrate. We had a bunch of appetizers, then we had a bunch of different meats on the grill, after we let our food settle, we had our dessert. Which was chocolate chip cookies that I made, then we also had a Cold Stone Creamery cake! We always celebrate Mother's day, no matter what, and I hope we always

Almost as if he had read my thoughts, my dad said the simplest and most gracious thing, something that I had wanted to hear for the last 12 years of my life:

Hi dad it’s Artie. I want you to know your story is a huge success. I know that makes no difference to you, however I just wanted you to know. The work involved in writing this book helps me to understand you better. I know our relationship was never the best and I certainly take my share of the blame. I wish I took the time earlier your life to get this story from you as it has helped immensely in understanding who and why you were the way you were. I guess sometimes it takes reflection upon our pasts and timing to bring about a true understanding. I just was not ready until it was too late.

Father, thank you for helping me to be responsible. When I was young, you would always help me get my room organized. I appreciate that very much. Father, you would always understand my viewpoints on things. I remember when I told you that going outside is more fun than doing indoor things like drawing and I also remember you nodding your head. Father, you certainly showed that you respected my opinions. Dad, you would always give me reminders. I remember when you told me that I was annoying my sisters and that I needed to stop. Your reminders help me to stop annoying my sisters.

I watched Wallace and Grommet with my mommy all the time, that was our show. Yet I can’t really grasp at any memories about my own father. He joined the military when he was eighteen years old and married my mom on the sixteenth of January when he was 22. They had me one year and three days later. Not even six months later my dad was already deployed overseas. My mother made me a heart shaped pillow with a plastic picture frame on one side of it and it held a picture of my dad so I wouldn’t forget him while he was gone. Consequently it didn’t work. A couple years later when I was about four years old my father came back from deployment ,and when he arrived home I thought he was a stranger. My mom had to go to work that morning and usually I went with her but because my dad was home she left me with him. I cried, ran, and screamed as I tried to get away from him. I didn’t know who he was and I was terrified. When I look back on that moment all I can think about is how horribly that must have hurt him. As I was growing up he still had to keep deploying overseas and every time it was a repeat of the last. He worked in the Military up until 2013 when I was fourteen years old. It is now 2016 and I am 17 years old. We don’t get along to this day and even though he doesn’t have a job and

Dad, I remembered the first time I met you; I was very young and asked to visit with Debi. You were very kind to me and asked about my family. I remembered what a commanding voice you had. Shortly after that, I began visiting more often; not for Debi, but for Donny. Years passed and Don and I were married and had children, you were there to help and advise us when we needed it.

Growing up we never had much and what we did have I was thankful for because I knew you were working as hard as you could to provide me and my brothers with all we needed. When you and dad separated, I was eight or nine and you kept us so I was never really close to dad so when I was growing up you were all I had. With dad being gone the only safe haven I

I wish I could’ve taken you from all of the pain and hold onto your little 9 year old hands forever. At times when we were together, you know I was a bully to you occasionally, but I could’ve have also been your greatest friend at times as well. When you had arrived in my life I was only 6 years of age, you are my first nephew, and you were the first diaper I had ever changed in my life. Some days I watched you sleep in your bed and hold your miniature hand and watch your small fingers wrap around my big index finger. As I watched you sleep as a baby, I admired your innocence and purity. You carried your innocence and purity all the way up to the day we were separated from each other. Life would be fulfilled if you were still with us. Each day I wonder how you would look, or of what you might’ve become, or the man you could have been. We shall never find out though what you could have been. There is never a day where I do not think of you, and you are in my prayers every day. Don’t ever forget how you are and always will be most treasured by

My apologies I know how much you hate that word. I know how much you hate the thought of having me as a son. Hate the thought of loving and caring for me. You always have. No matter what I did. No matter what I said. Nothing made you happy. Nothing made you proud. Not when it came to me. I was nothing but a nuisance to you. I spent everyday of my life trying to make you proud. Trying to live up to to your impossible standards. And for what? To be looked down upon? To be made clear that I will never be someone worthy of praise or love? I thought I finally did it. All those years ago. When I decided to join the army. When I decided to protect and serve our country. I went into a long and very painful war. I heard my men in distress and without a

On this Father’s Day, we all take time to honor our fathers and their influence on our

I don’t think that my dad knows how much I really do appreciate him and everything that he has done for me. My dad has been there for me every step of the way. From teaching me the essentials like walking and talking to just the simple joys in life like riding a bike and driving a car. Every step of the way he was right there telling me how proud he was. To some those are just simple words but to me they mean so much more. The one thing I want in life is to make my parents proud and to never disappoint them. But what my dad doesn’t know is how proud I am of him. I’m proud of how he puts family first, always. I can always count on my Dad to be there at everything I do. I’m proud of his sense of humor, and how he lifts the spirits of those around him; how he can lift the spirits of our family when times are tough. My dad did not have the easiest childhood, he lost his mother as a teenager and grew up with just a father but still today he is one of the happiest most joyful hearted men I know and for that I am proud. I’m proud to tell you that he took the time every night when

My whole life i tried living up to your expectations, graduated from high school went onto college and graduated, you and mom only really cared about money and earning respect on your names because of money, so close minded about it that you didn't realize there were a lot more ways of being remembered. Dad, I don't remember saying that to you very often is it just insane to me or you as well, sometimes I wish I could go back in time and tell you how your decisions would workout in the future perhaps that might of improved the way you and mom made me and Corie’s childhood be.

This Mother's Day I will be doing chores for my mom. Some chores I will be doing are planting flowers and cleaning the living room. Once I finish with them I will drive to my grandma Meoller’s house. While my family are there I will play with George, there Basset hound and talk to my grandma and grandpa. When we are done there I will drive to my grandma and grandpa Aman’s house. When my family is there I will eat supper and visit with the Aman family. Usually all of my relatives are there to visit their mom and dad, my grandma and grandpa. Once we are done there we will head home and go to bed. In my bed I will think how much I appreciate my mom.