![]() ![]() Something that I always tell people is that even though you might be mad at your parents or family, just remember how one day they might not be around and be thankful that they are there now to get mad at, cry with, hug, and love.“Every girl needs some sort of father figure to help shape, guide, and evaluate emotional development. People lose their parents every day whether you’re young or old it's hard. In high school, I finally came to terms with the fact that I would not have a dad again, but I am lucky to have my mom and an older brother I look up to. There were so many times that I wished I could have hugged my dad and said “I love you” again. I started to say to other kids “At least both of your parents are alive.” It might sound harsh, but for me, it was a way to make them think of how lucky they were. Maybe because I lost a parent, I was just grateful to have one, but it was so frustrating to me to see people act this way and not think twice about it. ![]() It always pissed me off when I heard the way kids spoke about their parents. I constantly heard my peers say, “I hate my mom/dad,” when I was in high school. ![]() It was a huge struggle for us, but we are so much closer and stronger now. She did everything from yard work, after-school activities, mediating fights between my brother and I, all while working as a hair stylist to make ends meet. My mom, brother, and I went through a lot of hardships. We learned from each other and everyone came out a lot stronger afterward. It taught me a lot about losing a parent, and even though it’s hard, you can always get through it. I heard their stories about how they had lost a parent. This counseling was with other kids who had been through similar trauma. Around that same time, I was put into grief counseling called “Solace House” with my brother and mom. I always performed in the talent show, and this year he wouldn’t attend. I always missed my dad and wished he could be there to see me finish the fourth grade. I remember crying a lot whenever my teacher would call on me or pull me aside to talk about something. Once the summer was over, I went into the fourth grade. Would my mom get remarried? Would we have to move? There were so many things that I believed could happen to my family and it was a lot to take in as a third grader. Being so young, it was hard to understand exactly what my life would be like after this. I was unsure of how school would be after the funeral. I enjoyed the time I spent with him up until his death.Īfter that day, I stayed at home with my mom and brother getting ready for the visitation and funeral. He would always do so many fun things with me. He used to take me to Petland as a kid to play with puppies. I always looked up to my dad for consistently being there for others. I always knew my dad had an addiction problem from the times he would not come home for the night and overhearing the arguments my parents had. It was hard for me to understand why and how this had happened. Once my family told me, I went upstairs to my parent’s room and just looked at my dad’s clothes. That was almost 12 years ago and now in my twenties, I still remember that day like it was yesterday. Coming home from the third grade, I found my mom, brother, and grandparents in the room there to deliver the news that my dad had passed away. Was the day I found out that my life would change forever. ![]()
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