Losing my father at a young age did not only take a toll on me, but my 3 siblings as well. Death can sometimes break a family apart, but for mine it did the opposite. A person will not understand how tough losing a parent is until it is experienced. Then again, no one knows the joy of gaining a parent either. I am strong because I have lost, and I am successful because I have gained. My mother was thirty-two years old with four kids to take care of. She was working full-time and going to college to better her way of living as well as ours. She was in the process of building a house that could fit all five of us comfortably. We would all gather around each night and my mom would tell us stories about how wonderful our father was. He could
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They participated in extracurricular activities to keep their mind off of things. Band trips required the two to arrive at the school early in the morning, and sometimes would not arrive back at the school until 1 o’clock in the morning. Despite how exhausted my mother and I were, she carried them back and forth with no complaints and I rode along. During this time, my mother and I became extremely close. Although, I do not remember much about my father’s death, my mother always did her best to ensure I knew about him and his life. She would tell me how I had his eyes and laugh, how my personality was the same as his. All of the stories I was told are constantly running through my head, and I always think about how lucky I was to have a father that was so wonderful. Even though I did not know him long, with all of the stories I was told, I have his picture in my …show more content…
I sit back in amazement at the trials my family has overcome; all of the decisions that have been made to ensure everyone is taken care of. My mother gave me hope and I am truly inspired by her. Before my mother and stepfather got married, not having that fatherly influence still affects my life today, I look at things differently than most people would who have never lost a parent. You never know what you have until it is gone. Appreciate your parents because one day they will not be around anymore. All three of my parents have taught me to be strong and to never give up. They taught me to love unconditionally and to never worry because things will fall into place. I am now strong because I have lost, and successful because I have
They participated in extracurricular activities to keep their mind off of things. Band trips required the two to arrive at the school early in the morning, and sometimes would not arrive back at the school until 1 o’clock in the morning. Despite how exhausted my mother and I were, she carried them back and forth with no complaints and I rode along. During this time, my mother and I became extremely close. Although, I do not remember much about my father’s death, my mother always did her best to ensure I knew about him and his life. She would tell me how I had his eyes and laugh, how my personality was the same as his. All of the stories I was told are constantly running through my head, and I always think about how lucky I was to have a father that was so wonderful. Even though I did not know him long, with all of the stories I was told, I have his picture in my …show more content…
I sit back in amazement at the trials my family has overcome; all of the decisions that have been made to ensure everyone is taken care of. My mother gave me hope and I am truly inspired by her. Before my mother and stepfather got married, not having that fatherly influence still affects my life today, I look at things differently than most people would who have never lost a parent. You never know what you have until it is gone. Appreciate your parents because one day they will not be around anymore. All three of my parents have taught me to be strong and to never give up. They taught me to love unconditionally and to never worry because things will fall into place. I am now strong because I have lost, and successful because I have