The Father's Role Model Of My Father

My father had a prime role in my life; he was my savour, my protector, my friends but most importantly my ultimate caretaker. He was the biggest role model of my sixteen years of life however I found it difficult to be close to my father as I became older and would normally go to my mother. I looked up to my father as if he was a hero that you’d see from a comic saving the good from evil, protecting his own blood from the cruel world. If something wasn’t right he would make sure he could do his best to fix it. He was such a hard worker trying to please everyone who came his way, until he got home and pressed the red button switch on and that was his off switch and his cue to sit and do nothing until he fell asleep.

You don’t actually realise how much a person means to you until they’ve been taken away from you. Your whole life routine disappears

All I heard were screams and cries of sorrow. At one point in time I looked around the church, and realized that there were other people on the same boat as me who had similar feelings. I closed my eyes and opened them back up slowly because I wanted someone to tell me that this was all a bad dream, but it was reality. I probably seemed fine externally, but internally I felt like I was dying. As I took place in front of everybody I never looked up because I knew I would let myself down and have a breakdown if I never said my speech. With a few deep breathes and dads best friend by my side I started to speak. Because of my dad’s death, I will never be the same. I traded innocence and “fitting in” for understanding and appreciation everything that came my way. I lost my dad but gained something in return. Would I give up everything I’ve learned if I could have my dad back? I don’t have that option. The only option I have is to make those changes as valuable as possible. If Dad can see me, I want him to know that he’s still teaching me and still answering my