Eulogy For My Father: Jon David Kuhn

“Daddy! I miss my daddy!” I probably cried those words more than you could count. Because my daddy was gone. And my mom never wanted him back. I was only four when it happened. I was too young to understand what my daddy had done, or where he had even gone at all. All I knew was that one day we were happy, and the next my daddy wasn’t there anymore, and I was old enough to understand at least that he probably wasn’t coming back. My dad had cheated on my mom, and now they were divorced. My mom is named Kris Hamilton now, because she took my step-dad’s last name. My dad is named Jon David Kuhn, named after my papa, David Kuhn. My dad and mom’s divorce tore a hole between my two sets of grandparents, papa and gran, and grandma. I don’t have a grand pa. He died before I was born because of smoking.
I can’t tell you the countless times I cried, or the countless times I felt the pain of my siblings. My dad had moved to Arkansas, and just left. I barely got the time to
It can be the best thing in the world. To find somebody who actually cares about you. Well other than your mom at least. To find somebody who truly knows, and gets who you are, and what you have been through.
Love isn’t always good, though. Have you ever seen those girls who always always seem to have a boyfriend, or want one? Love can be a curse. People try way to hard to have a love that they enjoy, and when they get bored they give up, and move on to a different relationship. That is what happened to my dad I think. He got so wrapped up, he didn’t think about all he had to lose, until he lost it all.
There are no happy memories I have of my mom and my dad together. They do butt heads on how to raise us kids, even though he was the one to run away from it all. I remember my dad talking to us on the phone, and he would start crying. Then we would start crying. My mom told him he had to stop doing this, or she wouldn’t let him call. My dad doesn’t like to pay for our