Dad story-While they were trying to stay warm with their janitor running their furnace. My dad had to save the power lines from freezing. No, one knew there was a storm that day on, November around the 15th, of 1996. He was trying to fix the power lines, rain was coming down and when it touches an object or living object it starts to freeze that object. It went on for around 6 hours or another hour.…
Pet Peeve Snap! Went my mom’s ankle as she strode down the stairs. “Call 911!” She yelled.…
My entire world was turned upside-down my junior year of high school. My father’s health deteriorated to the point where he was forced to make the difficult decision to be admitted into the Veterans’ Home after living with Multiple Sclerosis for thirty-five long years. The two of us didn’t always get along, but at this point I wanted nothing more than to do the impossible and rescue him from the place where I believed he didn’t fit. After all, a man his age should not have to live in a nursing home. I felt sick to my stomach the first night I walked out of Fifer, the building my father now calls home.………
Alex Barraclough Mr.Pfarrer English 101, per 9 22 September 2015 On Friday October 4th 2013 I arrived home from school, my agenda consisted of watching netflix and playing video games, I didn't expect my mother to come to me and say ”Your father committed suicide” I paused in perplexity. At that moment I began to question myself. How can this have happened? How could my my own blood have done such a thing?…
Growing up with my mom was beyond great my mom always made sure I had everything I needed. I was always dressed in name brand clothes and my hair was always done in the cutest styles. She made sure I went to the best schools. She did everything a good mom was supposed to do. Then I got to the ages of 12,13 and 14 that's when things took a turn for the worst.…
Statistics are mathematical equations. They are numbers. They mean little to me. Statistically, there is a 000000001% chance that you are the person that will read this essay. And yet, here you are.…
A father is someone who picks you when you are down, takes care of you in your time of need, fights for you at any given moment, and scolds you when you mess up. But that is why you love them so much. The moments of triumph and prosperity outweigh the ones of pain and struggle. During the summer of 2014, my father was diagnosed with Stage 2 Leukemia; however, he decided to keep it a secret from me. When I found out I was caught in a maelstrom of emotions.…
It is 4:00 am July 3, 2009 I groan as my mother’s tender voice calls out “Teneshi yene mar (Get up my honey)” struggling I open my eyes to the sunlight tapping against my window panes. My mother calls my name once more “Mar, Mar honey” I hear a jangling as she impatiently wrestles with the door knob. At last she forces her way in, balancing a pile of folded clothes in one hand, with a look of concern clouding her face “Why aren’t you ready yet?”…
There she was, with her pale face and sad eyes looking at me. Her cold, thin hands were grasping my shoulders. She was bald with a pink bandana wrapped around her head. As a ten-year-old, I wasn’t expected to understand the signs of my mom’s disease.…
Waking up every morning wishing for a good morning kiss from my father just like the novelas on T.V was everything I always wanted. I was only six years old and had grown up not knowing who my father was. Unlike other kids at my school who always talked about their father playing with them, I was not able to talk about my dad. Celebrating birthdays and wishing my father was there to sing or even blow the candle with me was just a fantasy in my mind. I was young girl growing up a bit bitter because I thought life was not how a little girl would imagine.…
Work often took a significant amount of time out of his schedule. Typically, he is often frustrated and angry, which makes him off-putting. Rarely, when he would be drinking, did my father would try to connect on a personal level. However, it was only during those times I felt I had a father who was interested in me. Thus, I avoided him as much as I could, knowing misery would be not far behind.…
Living life with a chronic disease is difficult for those with it and the people around them; but not unlivable. You or a loved one may be suffering from a chronic disease, and it could be very devastating. Around 57 percent of people in the US suffer from chronic diseases. A lot of people suffer from these diseases and might not even know.…
Everyone has a past that tells their own stories. Whether they are good or bad, people still wish they could change one thing to make their personal histories better. For me, losing my father at a young age caused my past of growing up as a child extremely difficult. Although, the actions of my past guided me to a delightful and an appreciative life I have now. Yet, I still wonder what my life would be like if I could go back and change one thing.…
I decided to write about my relationship with my dad in this post because Father’s Day just passed and because I’ve already made a post about the incredible bond I have with my dad. In that post I mentioned that he was away in Korea when I was born and I didn’t get to see him until I was 7 months old. My mother, who was only 22 at the time, had a lot of responsibility taking care of the three of us who were all under 3 years old. When my dad came home he took over the caregiving duties for me completely because he wanted to make sure he bonded with me. There was a solid attachment built between the two of us at that time that has been tested over time but never frayed.…
Before my grandma got sick, during my first year of middle school, I used to be naive and have a carefree mindset. But as my grandma's illness progressed, my mom and her sisters began taking turns in order to take care of my grandma; which lead me from being carefree to quickly having to grow up and…