The Ring Of The Phone Momentarily Halted The Ever Present Tears

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner, “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.

It was the summer of ’95 and one day I woke up and felt really sick. I lived alone ever since the passing of my dear husband, John, since I lived alone I needed someone to take care of me just in case something really horrible went wrong! Well anyway, I had called my daughter that morning and she sent little red riding hood on an adventure to get to my house to spend the night. About 45 minutes later I heard a loud knock on the door, being the curious

After school was over, me and my friends were walking home. I asked my parents if my friends can come over and hang out in my treehouse. My parents said yes, so I told my friends that they can come over. Me and my friends were hanging out in my tree house and one of my friends went into the forest to check out the view. Me and my friends were talking and then we heard a scream, me and my friends where wondering who it was, and then I realised it was my friend.

All the father love their sons or daughters. Although they have done something bad affecting themselves and making their father unhappy, he is still sadly calm down and teach them which is good or bad about human being, their life, or their future. A father can be the one as a mother when the mother is sick or already dead, which means he has

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “John,” my father hollered up the stairs, “It’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds distressed.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.

At this point, the first guest speaker went up to the stage. He started after a long pause. As he told everyone his experience as a father, I could feel his heart ache and yearn for his late daughter. As several guest speakers poured their feelings and sentiments into their tragic stories with tears intertwined. They cried out their anguish without feeling alone, but a deeper connection to their body, baby and the universe. It was the pain of losing not only their child, but a part that attached them. The disappointment, the longing, the despair is

When I was eight years old my family and I owned a dog by the name of Beefy. One afternoon someone mistakenly left the garage door open. Beefy being the adventurous black labrador he is, scurried away down the street and throughout the neighborhood. After a few days have passed, Beefy still did not return.

The poem "Not Bad, Dad, Not Bad" and the book Farewell to Manzanar have a lot in common about fathers and their kids. One thing that I realized in comparison between these two texts was that kids feel that their fathers don't love them, but the only reason why they are hard on you is cause they do love you. One example of this is in Not Bad, Dad, (7-8) when the speaker says, "you wouldn't win any medals, Dad, but you wouldn't drown. " This quote shows that even if your father isn't the best he still truly cares for you even if it doesn't seem like it.

Fathers love their kids so much. Even when they mess up or are mean to someone at school they still have unconditional love for them. When I was younger I was a terrible child. I am very strong willed and that made conflicts hard for me between the ages of 3-10 and it made things really hard because I was always angry about the smallest things. I struggled for a long time because I felt like I had to prove my point. I would defy my parents and it really caused problems between our relationship. I have learned over the years it is so beneficial to approach everything with love.

“Adam Jones had only lived 23 years of his life and been married for 3 days. A good man has been taken from us. At this time, would Avery Jones like to say a few words?” The pastor said. Avery didn’t know how to react to her husband's death. She has gone into deep depression. Her response was, “No.” she knew that if she were to say a few words that it would completely break her heart and she would never recover from her loss. All she could say at the funeral was, “Goodbye,

My next door neighbours, The Johnsons, were all asleep in their coffins when I climbed the fence to get the ball. My family always had weird suspicions about The Johnsons… well.. all of our neighbors for that matter. We grew up living in a not-so-great section of Philadelphia, and things were always out of the ordinary. We knew all of our surrounding neighbors pretty well except for The Johnsons. They had a dog that would guard their fence 24 hours a day so we never had a chance to go over to their house to say hello. However, one day while we were walking by we noticed the dog was not waiting outside to attack.

I whispered to my little brother "do you know what is going on" he whispered "No". We walked to get water. I was surprised at how calm my dad was. He said there was a cure. It was in his office on the other side of town that he could go get it. I demanded that "we need him". I will get it. He gave me a skateboard helmet and the dog leash. I grab our dog and started to get ready to leave i wanted to see where the zombies were and to do a test run of the skateboard. I grabbed my helmet and took off out the front

"Don't worry, Tori," my dad tried to tell me before he died, but twelve-year-old me wasn't listening. I was too scared, because if my dad said those words, it meant they were going to be his final ones. "Victoria, look at me. Please, Tori, just look." I had never before heard his voice like this. He was pleading with me, his voice sounding so broken. "When I go wherever I'm going, I don't want to go there knowing that you're lost. I want you to know that you need to keep being my happy little girl." My hands were clamped over my ears, but I could still hear him quietly sobbing.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe”’ my father hollered up the stairs, “Its for you. Its Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We