Growing up, my uncle and nana always lived across the street from me. It was part of my daily ritual to walk over there and spend a lot of my day with them. They were my favorite people in the whole world, they were my second home, and my family away from family. I spent a lot of time there, I watched them make dinner and even stayed to eat with them most of the time. But, when I was 8 years old my uncle got a new job, a job out of state. He became a truck driver that would travel across the country driving a semi and delivering materials to companies. My heart was broke, how could I go from seeing my uncle everyday to seeing him for a day every couple weeks, maybe even months at a time? I was still young and didn't quite understand, but I understood that I was going to miss him. …show more content…
Those first two weeks seemed to go by so slow, I forgot about him sometimes, but I still missed him. I went to my nana's everyday while he was gone, she was upset too. One day she told me he was gonna be home the upcoming weekend, so Friday morning my dad took me to the store to buy welcome home balloons. That night I hid with the balloons and jumped out when I heard him open the door, I hugged him and cried. He laughed and told me "get used to it, I'm gonna be leaving and coming back a lot." That's what his personality was like, he didn't cry and he didn't want anyone else
"No. I will only pay for you to do something, not the dog." said Howie.
For weeks leading up to his trip, it was all I could think about and it kept me up at night. My husband had been in the Navy for almost 8 years at this point and had been on two Middle East deployments in our marriage so I was no stranger to being alone, but this time was different, this time I had another tiny human being that I loved more than anything in this world to keep alive. I distinctly remember the day he left on that trip being the worst day of my life, I stood in our house and cried uncontrollably and thought to myself, there was no way I was going to be able to do this alone for one day, let alone two weeks. I went to her and spent an hour crying, telling her everything that had happened in the last year, she hugged me and assured me that there was nothing wrong with me, just something a little unbalanced inside me and that we were going to work together to fix it.
In December 2002, my dad’s boss called telling him, he was to be deployed in January 2003. Being 5 years of age I didn't quite understand what he would endure, all I knew is my daddy was leaving us for 7 months. The morning of my dad's departure came quickly. I'll never forget the goodbye that changed my outlook on family and love. At 5 am my father walked into my room. Scared and nervous, he was crying… I had never
The moment in time when I realized that I was never going to have a Father like the rest of my friends changed the course of my life. As a young boy it was difficult coming home after a baseball game where each of my friends dads were there to cheer them on. I was left with the Father that was incapable of working or even getting himself out of bed. My fathers illness showed me to never take life for granted because one day your life can be normal and another day you're best days have already past.
My step-father influenced me to be successful. He and I had a real father-daughter relationship since he helped my mom immigrate. My life was fine until he became disabled and unresponsive.
Most people would see growing up without a father as troublesome, lonely, pitiful, and hard. Well, for the most part it’s true; it could certainly be all of these things at times, but other times you forget that people even have fathers until you go to a friend’s house, or a cousin’s house and look at their big, happy, prosperous family. Or when someone in the desk next to you is talking to their table-neighbor, standing by the cubbies, in the bathroom stall, talking about what their “daddy” just bought them. One time, I made a friend. She was adopted, and she had no parents and that was when I knew that I didn’t have it as bad as I very well could have. I grew up with a mom who worked herself to the bone day-by-day at a fast-food restaurant,
The people who I look up to is my mom and my dad. Ever since I was born, they helped me with my problem that I have. Every day after school my mom would help me with my homework, because most of the time I don’t understand my assignment, that she knew how to do some math work, because I would forget how to answer my math, while my dad is at work. On his days off me and my dad would sometimes go fishing in the river or a lake, because he would like to spend time with. Other times we would go hunting for deer or bird, because it would be boring if we didn’t do
Growing up with an alcoholic dad is one of the hardest things I have been through the second is going through puberty with a dad who had cancer. My dad was not a bad man at all he was considerate and smart, but he was also sick in all meanings of the word. In a way my dad transferred one disease for another, meaning once he got cancer he was no longer an alcoholic. Due to my father's chronic illness I was left to taking on responsibilities at home at a very young age and leaving my day filled with school, a job, and taking care of the family while my mom worked. Due to this hectic schedule it left my very little time to focus on school and activities, during the year my dad was the worst ,my junior year, I received my first F and my attendance
The few days I get to spend with him in the month is of a much greater quality than the time I spent with him before he left. We spend as much time together as possible to make sure that the visit is worthwhile. Moreover, each goodbye has been as gut-wrenching as the first. It feels like I got my dad back, and he is being ripped away from me, once
Growing up, my father’s absence played a major factor in my stride for success. His absence was the scapegoat for why I always felt like I may not be good enough – or why I’d be looked at as an outcast. I’ve always made it my first priority to overcome his negligence by attempting to do my best in school – earning good grades, joining school clubs, giving back to the community. However, never did I receive the recognition I’ve always dreamed of and never was I satisfied with my outcome, but never did I think that I would find through the one who seized it all.
He was always on the go and sometimes he would be gone for a month and only be able to come home for one day. I was very young, so I don’t remember much of this but as I got older it always seemed to get harder, it never got any easier. When I was in 6th grade my dad had to go to Iraq for one year, this was the first time I was actually aware of what was happening because I was old enough to understand; I knew how dangerous him leaving was and that I might never be able to see him again. I remember how I always waited by the phone for his call or waited for the days we could Skype so we could see each other. It was a tough year and I thought that when he finally came home everything would be better, but sadly things just got worse from there. I was happy to see my dad but him being in Iraq caused him to get PTSD ( Post Traumatic Stress Disorder ) and later on this caused my parents to separate. My mom ended up taking me back to
As a child, family was very important to me. My parents made it very clear that the people in your family are the people that are going to be on your side for the rest of your life. My parents were young when they had me so they needed some extra help. Although they did everything in their power to make sure their work schedules were set so that somebody would always be at home to watch me, that just wasn 't always possible. When in doubt, my granny would always come through. I began to build a very strong bond with her being that she was one of my main care takers. Over the years my parents started to figure things out so they no longer needed grannies help. But this is not what I wanted. Instead of
My aunt had been an important person in my life since I was born. She helped me a lot through rough times and always was there if I needed anything. I could always remember the big family parties we had and she would give me money for a present. She was always nice to me and was a big part in my success at anything I was doing. I even used to call her 2nd mom sometimes.
When my mother first brought me home from the hospital, to live with her and my grandparents, Mildred and Durwood came over to see me. Growing up next door to them, I got to play with their grandchildren when they came to visit them. My mother even got to be good friends with one of their daughters. Mildred was my grandmothers best friend.
One person that I care for very deeply is my dad. He is The reasons he means so much to me is because he helps me whenever I need help, plays sports with me, and he is just like one of my friends.