If I had to tell of each and every one of the wonderful and profound, as well as soul stirring deeds that this person bestowed upon me, it would fill up a book as thick as a Bible. This person means the world to me, he is my dad. My dad is a man of few words; speaking very loudly with his dignified and posed mannerism. With just a wink of his eye he could have his children conduct themselves in a respectful way. He is a very loving and kind man; he listens, suggests, and defends. The qualities that I admire the most and have tried to apply to my own life are a strong work ethic, unwavering honesty, and a love of family.
My father's life is the succession of obstacles and grieves. Growing up in a poor family, he worked very hard to earn a living from an early age. Due to shortage of financial resources, he had an extremely strong will and ability to sedately deal with each difficulty and stand up to move on from his failures. When he was 12 years old, he travelled 200 miles from his home in Derry, to live with an uncle and two aunts. At 6 a.m. every morning he made breakfast for his bedridden aunt, and dressed her bedsores with ointment and bandages. His Uncle Bernie, taught him to trade cattle at the cattle mart. When my father was in his early twenties, his father went bankrupt. In order for him to receive an education, he needed to earn money on his own to pay for his studies. Each of his life struggles, his grief, and the way he overcame difficulties with a strong work ethic, has made an indelible impression in my life.
As the youngest girl in my family, I always considered myself to be “Daddy's little girl.” Growing up it always made me sad to see so many of my friends without a father figure around.
This helped me appreciate how my father always took an interest in my life. To this day, he still professes how proud he is of me and my siblings, and is still there to support us in whatever we are involved in. In every aspect of my...