Eulogy For Father

“Daddy please don’t go!” I curl my body around my father’s leg begging him not to leave me, but he pushes me off and I fall. He slams the door, and tears begging to trickle down my face. My dad left us, my mom, two older brothers and me, he left with no clue as to where he was going. I remember this because that day that he left I had never held on to something as tight as I held on to that leg of his. I spent weeks waiting for my dad to come back home, I stood on this little blue bench that I took everywhere with me since I was too small to reach many things , looking over the window drawing figures as my hot breath fogged the glass. Night time would come around and my dad wouldn’t show up, I saw the pain in my mother’s eyes every time her little girl got off that little blue bench with her head …show more content…
I knew my mom was hurting I just didn’t know why. I had so many questions and no answers. Why did my dad leave? Why was my mom crying at night? Why wasn’t anyone telling me anything, then again I was only four, I wouldn’t understand. The only thing I did grasp was that my dad wasn’t going to be coming home anytime soon. Months later my father showed up, he was happy and so was my mom. It was all giggles and laughter at the Guzman residence for a while, but that didn’t last long. It started off with my mom and dad having arguments from time to time over my dad’s drinking, I can’t recall what was said, but it was never anything major hours later they would be kissing and hugging, making up the usual after any fight. As time passed, and I got older I noticed my dad wasn’t coming home after he left to go to his night job, at first it was just one or two nights then that turned into one or two weeks away. My dad wasn’t my dad anymore, when he was home he wasn’t really there. He was sleeping and drinking