I first met my dad on September 15th, 1997. The day was rainy and unusually cold for that time of the year however the room inside the Newton Community hospital was encompassed in warmth. I was my parents third child and as my two elder siblings waited, too young to understand the significance of birth, I was passed from the nurse to my mother and than finally to my father. Almost 18 years later the arms that my father use to hold me in as an infant have now fostered pain, joy, anger, compassion, sadness, vulnerability, but more importantly love. Although, his touch is firm, his shoulder stores a tender familiarity for all his children. My dad is the epitome of a family’s man, an outstanding member of the community, and he has set the standard …show more content…
He attended Avon Old Farms for four years where he fell in love with lacrosse. Succeeding high school he attended Bucknell University, where he not only played lacrosse but also met my mother. They quickly got married after college and had their first baby even quicker. Almost three years later my life began and that is when my father left a permanent imprint within my mind. I grew up watching and paid heed to how my father interacted within and outside my family. And when I was by myself, I mimicked all of his slight gestures and cheesy humorous phrases just to get a smile from a neighbor. He taught me the importance of bringing happiness to others regardless of how small the gesture is. It is amazing to stand in the shadow of a man that can see goodness in all and have untainted goodness in his …show more content…
It wasn’t until this year, when I planned on spending the entire summer as a counselor at a sleep away camp in Maine, that I found out exactly what I want to do. Early in the summer I had to return home for a funeral for two of my close friends that tragically died in a drunk driving accident. As I sat on my bed staring into my phone blinking rapidly hoping the terrible news would change. I could only think of talking to one person in my time of need and that was my dad. After talking he committed to driving ten hours up the coast to then turn around and drive me back to Maryland to attend the funeral with me. I sat in the auditorium of my high school listening to the cries of sorrow from my classmates, as sadness consumed my existence. The only break from the melancholic screen that blocked my view was my father’s warm hand that rested concretely behind my head. The hand stood for more than just support. The hand was my escape from the harsh reality I was living and screamed down at me atop the dark box I resided in that I was not alone in my grief. I grasped the hand with firmness in order to propel myself from the darkness into an embrace of light. I cannot stress enough the affect my father has had on my life, especially in the last 6 months of my life. I am on the verge on adulthood and independence, his guidance is the reason I harbor confidence and optimism in my future. I am now devoting
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.
This story has many ups and downs, like a roller coaster I was unstable. This man held my hand and made me smile, although I was in denial because my biological father had treated
As time went by, living in Massachusetts, my close knit family started to part. There were many events added to this, but, the biggest of them was learning who my father really was. My father always had an air of mystery to his character. I finally figured out what that was. My dad has bipolar depression and also suffers from alcoholism. The move to the north was very difficult for him, money was tight, which made his symptoms worse.
My story begins in 2008 at my house in Limerick, Pa. My dad and I never spent much time together. We did not connect well either. One time my dad came home from the store with a football that became very special to me. The character of myself was excited and hard-working. The character of my dad was supportive and loving. This story starts out with a depressed mood and a miserable tone. The background of my life changing event started with negative experiences between my dad and I.
Later, my dad got married and had 2 children, my twin sister Sydnie and I. Things took a tremendous turn when this happened. He made sure he was there at every event not only through sports but school events as well. My dad always said
My dad has always been there for me both as a parent and a friend. When I was little, my dad got involved in coaching in my little league baseball, basketball and soccer, and always made time for these father and son activities. We liked to play ball together and still do at times. My dad is a big sports fan and so am I, and I look forward to the weekends when we watch the ball games together. My dad started to take my to the ball games when I was about 5 years old, and we've been doing that ever since. But, playing ball isn't all that's important in life. My father has given me the necessary guidance and has taught me values as a person that have helped me develop from a child into a responsible adult. I want him to be proud of me too, and I know that he is.
Seventeen years ago, I came bounding into a world of love and laughter. I was the first child, the first grandchild, the first niece, and the primary focus of my entire extended family. Although they were not married, my parents were young and energetic and had every good intention for their new baby girl. I grew up with opportunities for intellectual and spiritual growth, secure in the knowledge that I was loved, free from fear, and confident that my world was close to perfect. And I was the center of a world that had meaning only in terms of its effect on me-- what I could see from a height of three feet and what I could comprehend with the intellect and emotions of a child. This state of innocence persisted through my early teens, but changed dramatically in the spring of my sophomore year of high school. My beloved father was dying of AIDS.
The last argument that I was involved in was with my father regarding work. My father has run a successful carpet cleaning business for the past 30 years and I am lucky enough to have him work with me when it comes to work and school, he provides me with a very flexible schedule.
... grew up in California and moved to Milwaukee after, at the age of eleven, his parents and two of his sisters died in a car accident. I admire him for the person he has become in his lifetime and the difficulties he has overcome. I can talk to my dad almost better than anyone. We started biking about 5 years ago, just the two of us, and I think this time has helped me see the man that so many people respect and admire, the man that's my dad. I admire him so much and will always look to him for guidance throughout my career of teaching and coaching.
One of the earliest memories I have of my father is when he would take me to the park and we would play baseball. My father was eager to teach me everything he knew about the game, and I was eager to learn. He took it easy on me at first, allowing me to overcome my fear of being hit by the ball. Each time we went back to the park he would throw the ball a little harder. It was not long before I could catch almost anything he threw at me. My father also used his knowledge of the game to teach me to hit a baseball. Eventually, I was skilled enough to play any position on a baseball team.
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.
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!”