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Darryl Wong
Dreams from my father
Throughout my life I have had many experiences that affected me in ways unimaginable to an average teenager. However, none of these experiences has altered and shaped me to become the person I am today more than the time that I found out that my father had passed away. It was early in the morning when I heard my brother talking on the phone with my uncle. I quickly woke up and walked to the living room, and there I could see my mom and my brother mourning on the sofa. Then it was at that exact moment I realized that my father had moved on. My father has been in the hospital in Seattle for weeks, struggling with pancreatic cancer. Nearing his final days, the doctor informed us that his recovery wasn’t going well, and the time was coming for my father. Though the news wasn’t really unexpected, it created such a strange feeling that I can truly never forget. I soon started to have flashbacks of the memories I shared with my father. The memories that came up were when my father scolded me, telling me to “work harder” or “never give up.” As a child, I never listened to my father when he gave this kind of advice. I realized my father was repeating these strong phrases to shape me to become a mentally tough person. Although he was not the perfect man and father that he wanted to be, he wanted me to be as close to perfection as possible. I’ve heard people say that you can’t really find out anything positive from a death in your family, but from my father I have learned one of the most important things I will ever be taught. Since my father has passed away I really want to make him proud and make sure I use all the life lessons he has taught me on a daily basis because I know he is watching me from above. Whether it is in the classroom or on the basketball court, I always have a sense that my father is beside me supporting me and still yelling at me to “work harder.” Even when I’m tired of running suicides
Dreams from my father
Throughout my life I have had many experiences that affected me in ways unimaginable to an average teenager. However, none of these experiences has altered and shaped me to become the person I am today more than the time that I found out that my father had passed away. It was early in the morning when I heard my brother talking on the phone with my uncle. I quickly woke up and walked to the living room, and there I could see my mom and my brother mourning on the sofa. Then it was at that exact moment I realized that my father had moved on. My father has been in the hospital in Seattle for weeks, struggling with pancreatic cancer. Nearing his final days, the doctor informed us that his recovery wasn’t going well, and the time was coming for my father. Though the news wasn’t really unexpected, it created such a strange feeling that I can truly never forget. I soon started to have flashbacks of the memories I shared with my father. The memories that came up were when my father scolded me, telling me to “work harder” or “never give up.” As a child, I never listened to my father when he gave this kind of advice. I realized my father was repeating these strong phrases to shape me to become a mentally tough person. Although he was not the perfect man and father that he wanted to be, he wanted me to be as close to perfection as possible. I’ve heard people say that you can’t really find out anything positive from a death in your family, but from my father I have learned one of the most important things I will ever be taught. Since my father has passed away I really want to make him proud and make sure I use all the life lessons he has taught me on a daily basis because I know he is watching me from above. Whether it is in the classroom or on the basketball court, I always have a sense that my father is beside me supporting me and still yelling at me to “work harder.” Even when I’m tired of running suicides