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In truth, I never concidered the man to be my father even with our blood ties. My dad was a great man. A proud man. He was grown from a rich naval history and thus was raised very strictly. He was secretive with his feelings and often found that he cared too much to show it. He was always busy and alsways working, providing for his family in every way he could. I never lived with my dad until I was 10 years old. He was in the navy, like his fater and his father before him. When I was 4, he did something (that I cant legally say, sorry, government stuff >.>) and was given an option of working for the government full time or being dishonorably discharged. He chose the later of the two. After his discharge, he came home to find his home was about to be repossesed, his wife left him for another man and with her, she took his kids. My old man was very strong and able, mentally he got through the shock and found reasons to keep going. He made money to keep the house and he kept working to pay off unpaid bills. This roughly took 2 years for him to do. Immediately after the courts had contacted him to report that DCF had taken my brothers and I away from our mother and were planning to give him jail time due to his uninvolvement. My father cleared his name and fought feircely for possesion of his children. It took him 3 years to do it. While I grew up with my father, we supported each other against the greif given by his 2nd wife, and later in life I helped him devorice her. He worked all day everyday for weeks, months, years, paying for things I couldn't comprehend. We never went on vacations with each other and we never saw each other much. It was that lack that I started to grow to hate the man. He always came to my graduations though. My National Honors Society induction, and he was there when my heart stopped for 10 minutes with me looking to die. He was there when it really mattered the most. I didn't relise it until he died though. He got layed off three times and suffered many financial problems because of the divorice. In his death, I was able to forgive him for not being there in my early childhood.... when I needed a father. It wasn't his fault he wasn't there, nor was it mine. In his death I realised that he spent every penny of his paycheck to pay for us to live in our house. In his death I found out he left me an amount of money to stay stable after college. In his death, I found I had a father.
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Topic: In Memory of a Father (Read 6179 times)
