Ever since I lost my father back in 2008, I’ve always strived to make sure I tell people how much they mean to me and how they’ve impacted my life for the better. My father and I didn’t get to have much of a relationship because I was so young when he left and because of my age I didn’t realize how important it was to tell him the truth. How that despise no matter what he did wrong I would always love him no matter what the distance was between us because he is a part of me and forever will be. He is part of my biological make up which truly means there are parts of him that are apart of me that will never leave and this always seems to frustrate me because the fact that I didn’t know him makes me feel like I’ve had to solve certain connections between us all by …show more content…
I am so blessed beyond belief to have my older sister who is also my best friend. She is the only person who can truly come closest to understanding how I feel about certain parts of my life that no one else ever will really be able to. She also a person I know that without a doubt will always stand by me till the end of time no matter what. We sometimes have ups and downs but no matter how bad a fight gets I always know in my heart nothing will ever truly separate us no matter what because the bond that’s shared from my heart to hers is stronger than any earthly force there is. It’s a bond that’s forged by faith and love, the things we can’t see here on earth which is why I know it will last for all of eternity. I’m so thankful to have this relationship and one day I hope she understands that I feel this and I know she feels the same back. My mother is the one who taught us this bond which is one of the countless reasons I am so thankful for her. If I wrote in this essay all the reasons I was thankful for my mom, well, I would die of old age before finishing because the reasons are
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
Take a breath and open your mind, if I asked you “what does love mean to you?”, What comes to your mind? Well, there are multiple forms of love, and ways people perceive it. Many people learn love through how they are taught, how society sees love and, the definition of love. To me love is more than just a four letter word that is overused and vaguely understood.
When given an assignment in love I presumed that it wouldn 't be difficult to understand. Yet love is so complex it has different meaning and it can be said in different tones which give it a stronger or lesser effect. Love is defined as strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties, but it can also be defined as attraction based on sexual desire. So to find the different views on how love is portrayed I used several sources to help narrow down the true meaning of love. The goal was not only to get several sources, but also to get several age groups so my first source is an interview I had with my grandparents. My grandparents have been married for sixty years so I assumed they would have an interesting interview. I then
When most girls write about their mothers they talk about how wonderful of a childhood they had being raised by such a great woman. They talk about her accomplishments and how they want to grow up and be just like her. They talk about the soup sick babble that every "perfect" family has to offer. When I write about my mother, I speak of the pain, the fears, the learning and the salvation. My Mother has been a great inspiration to me. She is my hero. Not because of the wonderful things she has done. Not because of the marvelous childhood I was given and certainly not because of her upbringing. My Mother is my hero because she was led down a path of destruction, but with God's grace and mercy she was pulled from her perils; and blessed.
The strange thing is, that almost nobody knows what love is. A philosophy of life? Love is Happiness according to me, and everything that is included in happiness. Sometimes I really do impress myself with my ability be amazed by life...It seems like some things have never happened to me or I am an alien from some other distant planet. “Human beings” surprise me, make me cry, make me laugh and make me happy. That Saturday morning, my “alien being” went out the house in desperate search of deserted paths, beautiful trees, the smell of grass, the sounds of the sleepy city and something that would make me smile. Autumn was already in the air and I was thinking about how cruel was the world and how impossible was to be happy in it. It is not that I was broken hearted by I thought that my patience has come to its end. I looked at the blue sky and set at a bench. I was sitting there and thinking about how I want to be another person.
Even before my first tear hits the ground, my mother is there to wipe it away. My mother feels my pain before I can even realize it. She understands my needs before I can even think of them. That’s why we call her a mother. My mother has been an extraordinary influence on my life and always will be. She’s the kind of mom who would always take time out and care for her four children and the mom who would never let her hardships in her life distress her kids. My mother has always been a very strong role model to me, and growing up with someone like her to look up to has changed my life in many ways. She has helped me grow physically, intellectually, and considerately. She taught me to always love, care, and give back to the people I am grateful for.
Also, she has always been a good friend to me and I will never stop thanking my mother for what she represents in my life. Moreover, I am glad that my mother is my role model because without her in that place I don’t know for sure if the person I would have followed would be as good as she is in fulfilling this task. A good role model is what everyone should have
Love is a weird feeling. It’s been said that love has nothing to do with your heart, it 's all chemical reactions inside of your brain. Infatuation, attraction, crush is such powerful feelings that people do think that they are in love. Also, it is blind to the other person’s weaknesses and exaggerates his or her strengths. Similarly, infatuation often fades within a short time. However, true love is so real and so strong, strong enough that if it came down to it you would even die for your partner. Love as much more than a feeling. It is based on a well-rounded knowledge of a person’s strengths and weaknesses. Not so in the case of China and Jeremy, in T. Coraghessan Boyle “The Love of my Life.” Before we talk about them
My sister is important to me in a numerous amount of ways. She has taught me to be truthful, kind and to never loose faith. Through her I’ve learned to have self-confidence in all that I do or I won’t limit to half of the things I am capable of. I am very thankful that she is a part of me because I know without her I wouldn’t be who I am today. She has helped mold me into the person I have become. I learn from her that making good choices is one of the most important things in life, no matter the situation. Every moment I have with ...
From the beginning of time to the present day, the definition of love is debated and discussed by the greatest scholars of every generation. Created with shaping the world as we know it, love is well known to have given the human race unknown joy alongside indescribable death and destruction across the geographical landscape. As I further researched the meaning, I came to realize that isolating love into a small realm is nearly impossible for even the most intelligent of authors. Religious zealots, wives, children, sports teams, and historical figures all experience love in a different magnitude. According to Merriam Webster’s dictionary, “Love is defined as feeling great affection, pleasure, or desire for a person or object.” By
What exactly is love? Is there an absolute meaning to the word - love? Or is it purely subjective? The concept of true love is what we search for all our lives. Yet love is one of the most misunderstood concepts of all. What people really want more than anything else is to be loved unconditionally; to be accepted for who we are, and still be loved. Sometimes we will do some crazy things, "in the name of love."
It took me a while to go outside or anywhere with anyone since they wanted me to have fun, but in my eyes I felt like I was betraying my father by having a good time instead of being sad. Me and my dad’s birthdays are both in June his is seven days before mine, and This May 29, 2014 will count 8 months without him. Even today I don’t like to hear anyone speak of my dad, the memory still makes me cry as if it happened yesterday. When I hear other people being rude to their dad or saying a rude comment it makes me just want to tell the person that I would do anything to have one more day with my dad. I am on a new journey in life without my dad and I will hold on to every memory good or bad as tight as I can.
My mother was not only worry and take care of me, she always by my side when I need her help. I felt sad, my mother always by my side to talk and to console. While I am glad, my mother is always been there to share and listen to me. When I failed to do something, my mother who was gave me advices. She has always supported me in all my choices. She tried to make me strong people with independent minds. I looks to her in hopes that someday I will be as happy, as strong and as well as
As I sit out here alone on my back porch, sipping on my coffee and reflecting on this wondrous day, I look out at the beauty God created for His children to enjoy. This world is so beautiful and mystifying. How can anyone not believe in God after living in such a exquisite world? If I believe that God is the Creator of all things, I move myself from the center of my universe and see God as the most important being (Phillips, Brown, and Stonestreet, Page 10). Without God in our lives, we allow evil and ugliness into our hearts. Living my life filled with truth, love, honesty and compassion are the characteristics I will continue to pride myself on throughout the remainder of my life.
...; I like to believe that I've accepted my self-induced isolation from her with grace, but I must admit that I do hold the hope of bridging the gap between my mother and I. I also hold the hope of amending myself for all the times I've knowingly and purposefully hurt her. Although she is not a god, as I originally assumed, she is a good woman. She has raised me, sheltered me, and loved me for over seventeen years without asking for more than casual chores in return. I believe that the greatest compliment I could ever give my mother is to grow up to be exactly what she wants me to be. I want to make her happy. My gift to her will be my success in life, so that when she's old and gray, and she's knitting me a hideous sweater in her creaky rocking chair, she can sigh, and mumble to herself, "Wow, it was worth it."