Carrying a tremendous amount of responsibility on someone’s shoulders sounds extremely difficult. Also, having so many different thoughts and feelings that will take a long time to get used to the idea of taking care of everything is entirely hard to sink in for some young adults. But no, it’s not you may think. Patrick Evan Alegre was eighteen-year-old when he lost his father from a chronic disease causing of too much intake of carbohydrates and sugary foods in the body that effected to his father’s death. So, it has been his pursuit to take all the responsibilities left by his father. “My life became miserable and stressful, since I am the one who will continue to help my family instead of my dad, because he passed away.” His appearance …show more content…
Unlike other kids out there, who have broken families and considered that everything wouldn’t be fix, I’m not that kind of kid.” He said with his face seriously looking straight towards my eyes like he’s about to pops out through the screen. “I remember when I got an unexpected call from mom when I was at school. She found dad was lying on the floor unconscious with pulse. When I heard the terrifying news, my heart stopped a bit and I immediately excused myself to class and went home. We took him to the E.R. and found out that his kidney was already infected, it started when he stopped taking his …show more content…
With his willingness and determination to help his family, he tried to apply a job in a very common fast food restaurant near where he studies. Luckily, he got the job as a server. “After my classes are finished, I’d go ahead and jumped up to my newly job.” His salary wasn’t enough to sustain the necessities in the house, so his mother, Tess decided and pushed herself to work overseas in Kuwait. Therefore, Patrick and his sister Pauline were the ones who left at home. “It is really hard to survive without any parents, even if we’re already grown-ups, you know? We still depend on
Everything is perfectly fine, everything is great, then one day it all comes crashing down and shattered pieces are left. My life would never be the same but I guess change is for the best and it forced me to become the person I am today. It’s rough to be the oldest child, especially when your mom is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and you have 3 younger sisters that look to you for comfort when their mom can’t be there. When the cancer is spread throughout your moms body doctors can’t just get rid of it no matter how badly you wish they could. Rounds of chemotherapy only slow it down, yet it’s still there a lurking monster waiting to reappear at any given moment. Nothing can even begin to describe the fear I felt, and still have to deal with today, but something happened where I could be there for others. What would Sheridan think, or what would 8 year old Lane think if they saw me cry? I had to be Strong not only for me, but for my other family members.
In the process of reading chapter two, I immediately thought back two years ago. I had the worst Stressor. I've had in my only 16 years of living. My great grandmother, who I lived with along with my mother, my whole life. She passed from stomach cancer. September 14 2013, I remember getting out of the shower with a smile on my face, and my grandmother casually walking in and said "Granny died at 2:34 this morning. I'm going to Chicago and I'll come back the day before the funeral. " My family works in the funeral industry but we do not own a funeral home and we have never buried such a close family member of ours. With my Step father and my mother losing their minds, and my little sister not knowing how to process this and my aunt just down right disappearing, I had to handle this. I was 14 at the time and I was calling on older friends to take me to the bank, finishing arrangements, picking clothes, doing the memorial video and the catering because none of my family offered to cook. I was panicking and literally running from place to place because I was trying to get things done. I was eating more and sleeping less, and from
Imagine having to wake up each day wondering if that day will be the last time you see or speak to your father. Individuals should really find a way to recognize that nothing in life is guaranteed and that they should live every day like it could be there last. This is the story of my father’s battle with cancer and the toll it took on himself and everyone close to him. My father was very young when he was first diagnosed with cancer. Lately, his current health situation is much different than what it was just a few months ago. Nobody was ready for what was about to happen to my dad, and I was not ready to take on so many new responsibilities at such an adolescent age. I quickly learned to look at life much differently than I had. Your roles change when you have a parent who is sick. You suddenly become the caregiver to them, not the other way around.
reinforces his struggle between the way he would like to be and the reality of his life. He begins to
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
At that time, I had never experienced the death of someone I knew. It seemed like something that happened to other people, not me, but it happened. He was one of my dad’s best friends and my dad was devastated. I didn’t hang out with Eric a whole lot, I mainly babysat his kids, but when I did, it was a great time. I didn’t really grieve when he died. I was sad that he died, but I was more sad for his wife and kids. I visited them a few times after it happened, and it was heartbreaking. His oldest child, Lily, had horrible nightmares and she was sleep deprived because of it. She was barely functioning. She was nine. When I was nine, the worst thing I thought could happen to me was having to go to school everyday to see this girl who always picked on me. I think that has to be a child’s worst nightmare, to lose a parent. Eric’s second oldest child, Dalton, stopped talking for weeks and he wouldn't eat. And Laythan, his youngest, was confused about the whole situation, but he was so young that he won’t really remember his dad. And his wife, she hasn’t been the same since. For a long time after he died, she would cry whenever she saw my dad because Eric loved him like a brother. It made me sick to see how much pain came from this, and if I could go back, I would make sure this never happened. There were many ways we tried to help them while they were grieving, but we couldn’t help them in the way they wanted to be helped; We couldn’t
“Make sure you call us every week,” reminded his mom. And there was his dad looking at him, quiet but very proud. Then his mom started crying like it was the last time they were going to see each other, while his dad and sister hugged him goodbye. He realized that the next time they would see each other, his little sister would probably be his age. He was going to miss them, a lot. He knew then that a different chapter of his life had
about how his father worked and how he used to help him. The tone of
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.
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.
That stays as the child grows up. They always need their parents. Adults who have parents or have lost parents still need them because it is our nature to need them. When a father leaves the child feels like they are the one to blame. Some can not deal with the blame so they put it off on others.
Moreover, he also has the internal goal of growing into a man by finding his path in life, reconciling with his father, and recovering from his mom’s death.
In many situations, there are brave moms who take dad’s role because of a possible death or absence of dad. Dad’s are suppose to lead a path for us, to make sure we don’t make the same mistakes they did. They’re the ones who teach you how to throw and catch a ball, the ones who introduce you to the family football team, the one who teaches you how to mow the yard, teaches you about cars, and maybe even the ones to help you on your first date. Fathers are our own personal guides through life. My father has been there for me throughout my whole life.
When I go to sleep at night, do you care? Do you even miss us? Your bottles and mistress I need to know, I need to know why are you walking away. Was it something I did? Did I make a mistake? I was raised by my mother for the majority of my infant years the reason is because my father left before I was born. He went missing for a few years and we didn’t know how he was or if he even was alive, I remember thinking to myself, if my father ever thought of us while he was “missing”. One faithful day out of the blue we received an old crusted letter and it was from my father stating that he was no longer in Mexico and was inside the United States. “What on Earth was he doing there”, I thought to myself. Over the course of my beginning years I didn’t