Essay on Reconstructing My Father

As the years went on, my father went through stable periods and he went through reckless periods. My siblings and I would not see or hear from him for months on end. It was as if we didn’t have a father.

There are many times when a person comes into your life and changes it for the better. I was happened to be blessed to be born with that person that changed my life, my dad. He has always been there and guided me in the correct way. Just like in Sedaris “Me Talk Pretty One Day”, how something negative leads to a good outcome, my negative event resulted on how dads’ actions impacted my life in such a significant way. (635). My dad became a great example for me to look up to, by showing me how dependable, adaptive, and hardworking he truly is. My dad gave me the ambition, to continue my education, and become a dependable mother for my daughters and family.

Many people have ways of influencing others. Most people use words to affect other people. An amount of individuals would utilize their gift of persuasion to convince others of their causes or maybe arguments, while some use authority to force people to do as they are told. These several differences can apply to fathers as well. Not all fathers are similar when it comes to educating their children. Many are gentle, while some are more dominant. Randy T Caldwell, a somewhat young spirited middle aged man. Dark skinned with black Gucci frames to accommodate his big brown eyes. Standing 5’11, board shoulders, happy, loving, man of

Although single parenthood is on the rise in homes today, children still often have a father role in their life. It does not matter who the part is filled by: a father, uncle, older brother, grandfather, etc...; in almost all cases, those relationships between the father (figure) and child have lasting impacts on the youth the rest of their lives. In “I Wanted to Share My Father’s World,” Jimmy Carter tells the audience no matter the situation with a father, hold onto every moment.

It's been almost two years since I lost my dad. Today I sit on his birthday writing this and these words are not enough to describe the pain I feel just thinking of him. People always say it gets easier in time and that is true but don't be fooled by the inspirational quotes, the feeling of loss and emptiness never goes away. My dad was a wonderful, kind man who I shared an irreplaceable bond with. He helped me get through the worst moments of my life without even knowing it. He picked me up, he took care of me and was more of a friend than any of the friends I have ever had growing up. Dad was always there praising me, protecting me and defending me against anyone who put me down. Of course like most good fathers, he was overly protective at times and like most teenagers, I had my rebellious moments. He once caught me drunk and didn't say anything as long as I kept my grades up and didn't get in trouble.

One event that defined a part of my life that involved literacy was when I had to write a

Mr. Fishel, born in 1988, considers his childhood to be "pretty normal". With a brother that is only a year and a half younger than him, they would constantly fight and play around together. They would fish, hike, and play baseball. His sister is much younger than him, but they still share a close relationship. His father influenced him as a child; he would teach him about survival techniques and the great outdoors. They would do things such as fishing, camping, and hiking. His father taught, inspired, and even saved him at one point. He tells about a time when he almost drowned in a lake as a child; "I remember him racing by the lifeguard, and realized my father was some sort of superhuman who could do anything". When it comes to his verbally abusive mother, Mr. Fishel admitted, "My mother wasn 't much of a presence in our life, so we just tell people she isn 't in the picture".

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

My father drives on and not a word is said as we journey through the bitter and cold dark of the night. Shrouds of fog consume us as the truck pushes onward. My father strong and wise is one way of describing him, always providing great advice when it comes to making life choices. My father towers over others and he uses his height to his advantage when it comes to his job. Cutting down trees is how he makes a living and provides for his family, but due to the low pay his job isn’t always safe. My father and his work friends leave home at day-break and venture off into the heart of the woods where danger surrounds their every move. My father has come home in the past quite dampened, seeing this I was curious and remember hiding around the corner and listening in on the confession he had made. He told my mother that one of his close friends that he has known for countless years was mauled by a brown bear when out in the

My father wasn’t a good man when we knew him. He was violent, and to be honest, a drunken bum. I was around 3 when he started getting really bad. He’d come home intoxicated, and start yelling at my mother about stupid things, like dinner not being warm for him. And every so often, I would have the misfortune of seeing him hit my mother. He had his days though. For some occasions, my mother would do something to get him to sober up. Most of the time it was for Maggie or my birthdays, but there were rare occasions where he’d be home, sober, and sweet to us for some reason.

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

When my parents divorced, I didn’t see my father often. The memories I had of him when I was young were usually pleasant, but very few and far between. Instead, I practically lived at

When I was little, I was really close with my dad. My mom had worked nights, so I saw and spent most my time with my dad. I wanted to do everything my dad did. I wanted to be just like my dad, even though I was a girl. I went to my dad for everything when I was little. When I was scared or sick, I would cry for my dad. As I was growing up, my dad’s hobby was going out and riding snowmobiles with his friends. As the years went on my dad’s like for this hobby grew, and he was gone most of the nights in the

As I sat down at my kitchen counter on Sunday night, I was texting one of my friends and I asked what they were doing, they responded by saying that they were typing up their interview. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t done my interview yet! I scrambled to my parents room to ask my dad if i could interview him for an English project. Thankfully, he groggily agreed to be interviewed. As I sat down on my parents couch across from their bed I realized that I didn’t know all about my dad’s college experiences, and I was grateful to get to know him a little bit more. My Dad is precisely the type of person that I want to be when i am older. Except I don't want to be bald, definitely not that, but besides that he has a lot of outstanding qualities that I also would like to have. He works hard, loves his family, values education and helping other people, and he did a lot of similar activities that I do today. My father’s name is Stephen Hammarstrom, he was born in Hayward California and then a bit later in his life moved to Manteca California, he currently works at Fremont Rideout.