At that point in my life i felt low but as always i knew that there was someone who felt worse which was my dad and being the strong person that he is, he hardly let it show. He always assured me everything would be okay but it wasn’t. I stood by and watched my father 's health get worse, narcolepsy is possibly one of the worse disabilities to have with children, better yet young children. So i did what any other caring sibling would do; I dropped out of school and became homeschooled. Is it bad that I have another upsetting to story to go with that?
The Only Man I have Ever Loved Life is a made up of a collection of moments. Some people say that one must learn from obstacles that everyone struggles with. Some people say that every challenge helps to achieve stregth of character and self-growth. Ever since I remember, the most significant change in my life was the loss of my father. Even though it was a very hurtful experience, it helped me to know myself better as a person, realize that I can realize on myself and understand what an inspiration my father was and still is to me.
All over this rag, you will definitely read why I have become a totally diverse person because of the failure that I experienced in my life. It taught me how to be strong. It taught me the values of what great memories can really do. I am thankful to my parents and teachers who supported me in that situation as it could be a terrible nightmare for me without their provision. That failure is still the most influential aspect in my life shared with a mentor and a true friend.
It's gotten worse and I have been preparing to move out from underneath his tyrannical rule. Once he decides what it is that I did, it is his new reality and he seeks to punish me for whatever he is he mistakenly thinks I did. I am a happy-go-lucky, friendly, loving, and optimistic person. I always see the best in people and I am so trusting--possibly to a fault. I credit my attitude on life to my mother who has put up with my dad for decades Even my school life was a nightmare for me.
My life wasn’t the same. I had thoughts about killing myself. Losing my brother was a big part of me. If you know me you know that I love my brothers with my all and treat them like they are my kids. Not begin able to see my brother, joke with him, not seeing him smile, or his text message when I wake up is hard.
“[H]e decided he could not go on living that way… he wrote on July 28, 2012… what he called a ‘final letter’ to his loved ones, explaining why he wanted to die” (62-63.) This shows how after all these years he was ready to say goodbye to life. While this did not happen initially the letter was still written and the wife just overlooked the letter thinking he was just stressed at the time. As time went by he became his regular self again. The wife still continued to watch over him and was ready to aid him in his decision to die at any time.
However, the scar deepened by seconds and the spaces to fill were rapidly widening. If I had to be hurt, I would just endure the pain even if I wanted to lean on someone; I kept it all to myself and believed in patience. The impact on which family separation have had on children has been a major problem throughout the world for centuries. Yet, parents fail to acknowledge the effect of how their own irresponsibility can sway their children’s educations, their future, and their body image as their children struggle to continue their life assuming they were abandoned. Papers are papers.
Those are all hard things to do, I always thought I could handle any kind of pain after dealing with all of that. The thing is, it’s different when something happens to you. Sure, you feel bad for the patients and families, it’s inevitable. It’s different when things happen to you directly. My husband Dan and I have been married for eleven years now.
As I took place in front of everybody I never looked up because I knew I would let myself down and have a breakdown if I never said my speech. With a few deep breathes and dads best friend by my side I started to speak. Because of my dad’s death, I will never be the same. I traded innocence and “fitting in” for understanding and appreciation everything that came my way. I lost my dad but gained something in return.
But I honestly have been disappointed and mad at him for several years for all the stuff he did to hurt my family. But now I 'm trying to forgive and forget, which would be the Christian thing to do. So now me and him on good terms and I just pray that hopefully we can stay like that. And he may not be the best dad ever. But atleast he was there some times and he still taught me to never do what he ever did.