An unexpected challenge that came my way was the passing of my father’s mother when she did not recovered from a heart procedure. The relationship I had with my grandmother was not strong, especially do to the fact that we lived far away from each other. My dad’s relationship with his mother was extremely strong, because she was the one person he always could count on and he was always by her side when she was sick. Although, I did not have a strong relationship with my grandmother, the day she passed away, I had to be strong for my dad for the first time in my life and become his caregiver. He was always a person that was strong regardless of the challenges in life, but during the first days of my grandmothers passing was the first time I My father has faced rejection in his career, and has seen loves ones pass away from tragic event. The day my grandmother passed away was the first time I was my father let his emotions take over him. When he recived the news he did not talk for a 2 days and was refusing to eat. With the emotional challenge, as his daughter I had to take care of my dad for the first time. I handled all his finances to avoid him falling into debt and made sure his job was secure for a month to handle the grief of his mothers death. For the first time in my adult life, I had to become my fathers caregiver and be responsible for him At a young age my father would always take care of me, and would help me solve challenges I faced. By beginning to take care of the person who would always gave me my strength was an emotional challenge, because I had to be strong for the both of us and take the responsibility of caregiver as a young adult. The difficult time for my father became the moment in my life where I realized the great responsibility I had for the future when my father become older. The reality of the future did open my eyes to things to come in the future when it comes to my father being less independent, and becoming dependent of me when it comes to his daily needs. The experience did make me grow up faster, and become more responsible to the real world. Especially, with the realization of becoming stronger as an individual and being emotionally strong during difficult
Growing up with a father who blamed me for the death of his wife which of course broke through any happiness, care or love he felt for me his own son. My house was always filled with dark gloomy colors and we never really had guests over at all. My father was a mystery most people but in his job he had power over people because they were frightened by his just by his presence. It was a very rare pleasure filled with fright when we spoke and I can only think of one time where I got a hint of positive feeling from him. It was a dark, rainy gloomy day and the house never held a promise for the future so I was constantly bored and decided to read some old books from my father’s dusty library. There I sat with a book in hand picking up any knowledge that I possibly could and he walked in and said to me “Montressor, you impress me with act of trying to do something useful”, I replied to him with the only thing I could ever say to him, yes sir. I can only remember the constant hate I would receive from him and it made me think that I would never please
When a young man has to take over his family because his father walk away, all he needs is the support. Encouragement is the key to take over this difficult task. He eventually will learn how to deal with it and use that as an inspiration to keep moving forward. Amanda: I’ve had to put up a solitary battle all these years. But you’re my right hand bower! Don’t fall down, don’t fall! (Williams 939). These are the right words that will motivate anyone. This reminds me of my mom; when she told me that my dad was laid off from his job, six years ago. It was on winter time, when agriculture slows down, my mom at home with no job and my dad too. I was the only one working, with a low income check of six hundred every two weeks. There was stress all over the house. My dad use to get up at five am, and wouldn’t come home until six or seven pm, just looking for a job. There was days that I wouldn’t even see them just because I was working a lot of over time. It was a really difficult time for all of us but I remember the most important of all, we were together. One day my mother woke me up, she was sitting on my bed, she told me that she was so thankful for having a daughter like me, and that she really appreciated my help, that it was not my responsibility but I was taking care of like if it was mine. Due to the age of my dad, it was difficult for him to find a job, which was heart breaking for me. My mom and my dad were the motivation that I needed
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.
My childhood was somewhat gloomy due to an alcoholic father; verbal and physical abuse was part of my upbringing. An event that I remember that shaped my life was when I failed the first grade. As a child I could perceive it, and these events helped to reinforce and mold future behaviors. During my teenage years I had much difficulty with love relationships even at times having inferiority complex after a breakup.
Back in the day when I was very little, I remember that my dad used to take care of me. He would never let me run around the house when glass could break and hurt me. As I kept growing up my father started to give me more freedom but also gave me more responsibilities; like he wanted me to do the chores of the house, not all of them but some. I knew they were not mine to do, but I still help. When I went off to college and I had to do it all by myself, I realized that my father did good on making me do my laundry, chores, etc., when I was young.
My As the years have passed, I do believe my father’s death had a profound impact on my emotional and social development, especially during my adolescent stage. It was during the adolescent stage of my life where my personality traits of shyness, introversion, and self-esteem began to manifest. I did not have a secure attachment to my father. My relationship with my mother felt more like I was attempting to protect her from my father. During my adolescent years we were not
One of life’s most drastic obstacles is the aftermath of the death of a beloved. I found myself in the grieving process most recently when my grandmother passed away a few years ago. My grandma and I were very close and I spent a lot of time with her baking, solving puzzles and enjoying each other's company. This was a very tough time for me as this was my last grandparent on my mother’s side. Having an emotional reaction to this loss was understandable since we had such a close relationship. Even though this was a challenge for me I was faced with the
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
Growing up in a single parent household was a struggle. My mother worked very long and hard so that I could get what I wanted and needed as a child. To this very day she works just hard, if not more. My mother had me at the age of sixteen, although she was just a child herself, she has raised me well. It was hard for her to manage everything but she found a way. When I was eight years old my mom had to take in my older cousin, Longris, due to the passing of his mother. It got harder on my mom because now she had an extra person to provide for. Through these hard times another cousin of mine, had to move in with us due to his mother’s passing. From this point it got even harder to manage bills and taking care of a household. Despite all of our challenges we found a way to make it. This taught me
When I was a young child, my dad was my idol and hero. He seemed to know everything and had the solution to every problem. Any difficulty I had, anything I didn’t understand, my dad had the answer to everything. It seemed like it was every day that he taught me a new valuable life lesson and always had wise advice to share. My dad used to work all day long in Boston and my brother and I would wait by the door to greet him with a crushing hug as soon as he came home. I used to wait eagerly for my dad to come to my room to read me a bedtime story and then tuck me into bed. My dad could do no wrong. He was right about everything and knew how to deal with anything. However, as I grew older, my convictions changed and the image I had of my dad fragmented.
My father was always there for me, whether I wanted him to be or not. Most of the time, as an adolescent trying to claim my independence, I saw this as a problem. Looking back I now realize it was a problem every child needs, having a loving father. As hard as I tried to fight it, my dad instilled in me the good values and work ethic to be an honest and responsible member of society. He taught me how to be a good husband. He taught me how to be a good father. He taught me how to be a man. It has been 18 years since my father’s death, and I am still learning from the memories I have of him.
Didion displays her resignation as she writes about the unharmonious relationship between her husband and her family. Her husband explains to her even though he likes her family, he still feels uncomfortable and uneasy during their visits because she tends to “Fall into their ways, which are difficult, oblique, deliberately inarticulate” (636). Even Didion’s family shows unsettlement as she writes “My brother does not understand my husband’s inability to perceive the advantage in the rather common real-estate transaction known as ‘sale-leaseback,’ and my husband in turn does not understand why so many of the people he hears about in my father’s house have recently been committed to mental hospitals or booked on drunk-driving charges” (636). Didion uses these contrasts of her two families to display the dissonant nature between her husband and her family in Central Valley, California. In her contrast and comparisons, she uses a discrete tone such as “What could the Canton dessert plates mean to him? How could he have known about the assay scales, why should he care if he did know?” (6...
My Father dying has a profound impact on my perspective on life, and time. In fact it was the first time I considered how much time do I have left? Whereas when my grandfather died it was all about the emotion of the loss. It was also a learning experience in that I never dealt with death before.
While in school, Mom didn’t have it easy. Not only did she raise a daughter and take care of a husband, she had to deal with numerous setbacks. These included such things as my father suffering a heart attack and going on to have a triple by-pass, she herself went through an emergency surgery, which sat her a semester behind, and her father also suffered a heart attack. Mom not only dealt with these setbacks, but she had the everyday task of things like cooking dinner, cleaning the house and raising a family. I don’t know how she managed it all, but somehow she did.
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,