Novel & Cerita Poem On My Dad My Hero

Despite the difficulties I have had with my mother over the years, my father has always been my champion, always ready to smooth the waters between us. “And lastly,” he continues, “this is where we dads are supposed to dish out the advice. I tried for ages to come up with the perfect words of wisdom but instead would like to share this poem with you which has been written in a way that I think Abby will understand.” A wave of gentle laughter erupts around the room.

I closed my eyes and exhaled shakily, trying my best not to think of how everything in my life was just crumbling to the ground. Then I began humming our favorite song: Somewhere Over The Rainbow, my heart breaking at the fact that I'll never hear him sing it again. After spending several minutes just enjoying the cool breeze on my skin, and reliving memories of my dad and I, I reached out and let my hand rest on the cold top of the headstone. “I’m sorry, Dad,” I said one last time. “But I’m still your son, even if I don't deserve to be called that. And you'll always, always be my hero."

After this, I'll call them and ask them to come down. "You have always been there for me," I say softly. “You taught me how to ride a bike, how to stand up for myself, and how to be kind. You’ve been my hero, Dad.” I say, my throat tightening with emotion. “You’re an amazing father.” Dad’s eyes glisten with unshed tears. “Thank you, son,” he says, his voice choked with emotion. “It means a lot to hear that.” He continues, and I smile, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “We’ll get through this, Dad. Together.” I reassure him, and we hug once more before I get up, letting him have the rest he deserves. But I only take one step before turning back to him, realizing I have no idea what he wants t

My family came in to meet me and got very emotional seeing me dressed as a bride. Dad embraced me and said, " I knew that my Myra would look very pretty in her wedding dress but you are looking even better than my imagination. I wish god shower all his blessings on you and your life to be full of light and happiness. I am sure, Raj will keep you very happy, but don't forget your dad, I love you and will miss you. " " Dad... I love you too. How can I forget you?? You are my hero. " I said. He smiled at me though his eyes were sparkling with tears.

I cleared my tear filled eyes as I walked to the stage to read my speech . " Hello everyone. I'm Riley Essah . I appreciate you all coming out to celebrate the life of my father. My father was an incredible person. He was not only the best role model but he did a lot of voluntary work in his free time. My dad's most notable feature with his height. He was over six feet tall and you would think his towering presence would be intimidating but he was one of a kind and a wonderful person I learnt so much from . In his time on earth he helped so many children through charity events and put smiles on so many faces . One important lesson I learnt from my father was to stand up for myself , to l

How did the man that was my hero growing up become this monster? “What happened to you, dad? Where is the man I looked up to, the man who was my hero? Why have you become like this and don’t you dare use mom as the reason?” I ask him as tears leave my eyes. His face softens as he moves closer to me. He wipes my tears. “I have always had this buried deep inside of me. You do too. I have always loved you, Teagan. You need to do your duty to the family or you will end up like them.” He points to the cages. He steps closer to me to whisper into my ear.

The mention of my mother veered my mood in a different direction, causing the smile on my face to fade away. Beneath the surface, the old grudges and anger stirred, threatening to break free. Yet, as always, I suppressed them, bearing the weight of those emotions within me. "She's not my mother," I retorted, my words laced with bitterness. "Sure, she gave birth to me, but she was never there for me. My dad, on the other hand, has been the one taking care of me since I was five. If there is anyone who’s always been by my side, that’s my dad and I know he always will be." The sharpness in my tone conveyed that my harsh words were not directed at Jacob, who was well aware of it.

I smile wickedly at him, “is he, I hadn’t noticed.” He rolls his eyes, “you’re just like your mother sometime,” he shakes his head. I can’t help but laugh, “I am, and sometimes I’m just like you Dad,” I grab another cookie off the sheet.” He leans on the island and takes a cookie in his huge hands, “you’re my sweetpea and you only deserve the best of the best, I only want your happiness to be his every thought.” I smile at him, “Daddy, you will always be my hero, come with me a minute, I want to show you something,” I put my empty glass in the sink and take his big hand in mine and drag him towards my office.

POV Willow I woke up in a comfortable bed with warm arms around me. For a split second, I thought it was Lee but then I smelled the intoxicating scent of Dean and it all came rushing back to me. I laid still, processing everything. Dad was dead. That fact hit me in my heart. He was gone. Never again would he hug me or lecture me or teach me something. Never again would I feel the safety of having him near me. For the last few years things between us had been beyond strained but before that, Dad was my hero. He taught me everything. I just couldn't picture my life without him.

I am undecided as hell! God, help my dad and let him be safe. I need your healing power now, just for my dad. I really love my dad. No matter what happened he was the only one who cared about me then. The only dad, really my mom is really the greedy one! Lord, I am sorry but I hope you help daddy to be conscious. Amen. Jen and Karmi hugged me again. As I put my face on Jen's shoulder and here on her shoulder cried.