When I go to sleep at night, do you care? Do you even miss us? Your bottles and mistress I need to know, I need to know why are you walking away. Was it something I did? Did I make a mistake? I was raised by my mother for the majority of my infant years the reason is because my father left before I was born. He went missing for a few years and we didn’t know how he was or if he even was alive, I remember thinking to myself, if my father ever thought of us while he was “missing”. One faithful day out of the blue we received an old crusted letter and it was from my father stating that he was no longer in Mexico and was inside the United States. “What on Earth was he doing there”, I thought to myself. Over the course of my beginning years I didn’t …show more content…
I remember being afraid but then being reminded that it shouldn’t be scary because a better future awaits us behind those walls. This memory of mine tough me that being strong and looking forward into the future can help you become a person with a stronger mine set. This event taught me that even if I never had the fatherly figure I wished that I had it doesn’t make me any less of a person who was raised by their father. It also taught me that forgiveness is something that we should all carry but should never forget because it’s from experiences like that that teaches us what we are capable of on our own. My mindset in the future is I will always be kind hearted and forgiving but I would also try to become a stronger person because if I was able to survive the trip to the new world I can survive anywhere if I just try hard enough and defat my doubts that dwell inside my head. Also if in was able to live life without a father figure and still stand where I am today then I that means I have become my own person, always independent I didn’t have anyone to shape up the way I view things. Sometimes they say it should feel like fire until it burns you as you can’t, you know you can’t remain the
The people who I look up to is my mom and my dad. Ever since I was born, they helped me with my problem that I have. Every day after school my mom would help me with my homework, because most of the time I don’t understand my assignment, that she knew how to do some math work, because I would forget how to answer my math, while my dad is at work. On his days off me and my dad would sometimes go fishing in the river or a lake, because he would like to spend time with. Other times we would go hunting for deer or bird, because it would be boring if we didn’t do
Father, computer server engineer, alcoholic, and felon. My dad, Jason Wayne DeHate, has influenced my life, not only genetically, but he has also improved my character and creativity throughout the years. Beginning at age two, I was cultured with profanity spit from rappers such as Eminem. While my mother was at work we had multiple videotaped “jam sessions” and coloring time that allowed for the foundation of friendship we have today. The jam sessions consisting of me mumbling and stumbling in front of the television, as he was “raising the roof” from his lazyboy. Since then, he has taught me how to rollerblade, change wiper blades, and play my favorite sport, tennis. Along with influencing my leisure activities and the music I enjoy, his prominent personality allows me to grow as a person. Being the only male figure in my immediate family, I
When I was 8 my dad went to prison. He had a feeling his time was coming and spent as much time with me as he could before he was taken away. He bought me a silver box chain necklace with a cross before he left and I still keep it hanging from the wall.
Growing up, my father’s absence played a major factor in my stride for success. His absence was the scapegoat for why I always felt like I may not be good enough – or why I’d be looked at as an outcast. I’ve always made it my first priority to overcome his negligence by attempting to do my best in school – earning good grades, joining school clubs, giving back to the community. However, never did I receive the recognition I’ve always dreamed of and never was I satisfied with my outcome, but never did I think that I would find through the one who seized it all.
It was during this time that I received the news that my papa was diagnosed with brain cancer.. I remember how we had to be strong as a family to help my each other go through a battle. This made my view about my family change. Thanks to this event, I became closer than ever with my family. Three months before he died, he told me he wouldn’t be around much longer. At first I was miserable. I remember just think it was all a dream and I believing that he wouldn 't die. I cried when I learned that he didn’t have long to live. The idea of him dying and what it would actually mean to not have him around. Dearing this time I experienced a few behavior
It has been said that the loss of a parent is one of life's most traumatic events. I now know the devastating truth of that statement. I've been told that, in time, the hurt will fade, only to be replaced by positive memories that soothe the soul. Already, I can feel that happening.
I remember crying and crying not knowing what to expect. I remember thinking the worse but praying for the
That was a year where we lost a lot especially time. There was a lot of cut backs with everything. I have struggled a lot, but I never let it get the best of me. That same year my family couldn't afford our house anymore so we had to move out. Even before I was born there was no real communication between my whole family. My grandmother decided to take the money from the house and promised us she will give us some so we can get back on our feet. That moment marked the first disappointment. She never did keep her promise. I struggled to stay to have a stable household. There was a time that I couldn't afford my school books or I had to live at my other grandparent's house. From that moment on, I knew that you can't truly trust everyone or you can't truly know someone. You have to trust your gut and that will lead anyone to the light. From then on, I have had a new look out on
I remember the nervousness I had when my dad said I had to be home that instant. They should have been on their anniversary trip but they were back. I couldn’t figure out why but I knew it was something big. I knew that my grandma had cancer and my grandpa was very sick. That’s all I could think about. Not any good things, just what if one of them were dead.
It’s been months since Dad left now and times were worse than ever, Mum was struggling to feed us with the pennies she makes from washing other people’s clothes, many wife’s and families had received news but not our family. Finally Mum got a letter from the war about Dad, I watched her face turn from the slightest colour to icy blue as her skin filled with goose bumps she dropped to the ground and tears flooded her face, she told us that Dad was ambushed by the enemies and forced to charge through them and hardly anyone made it, and that’s all she said I ran to my room and stop and stared at a picture of my Dad and I, I didn’t cry as I had some hope even though I had figured out that my Dad was missing in
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
One person that I care for very deeply is my dad. He is The reasons he means so much to me is because he helps me whenever I need help, plays sports with me, and he is just like one of my friends.
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.
This journey taught me so much that I wouldn’t have ever imagined. I grew from this experience mentally and I saw my parents becoming closer and regaining that bond they held with one another. This event taught me to be more appreciative with all the little things I have and made me realize that life isn’t going to go the way you want it to; you have to fight for the path to lead you in the right direction. I was brought closer to both my parents and my brothers. This event started new beginnings for this family, a new start to get things right because when I found out I would be moving to San Diego, I never would have realized the struggles I went through; especially when I was a silent voice in the decision.
I remember it as it were yesterday, the morning of October 31 1986, I heard my dad’s voice early in the morning; “Mike, get up! Your grandpa died!”