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Descriptive Essay About My Father

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Tal Prystowsky
Mr. Petro
English 3
September 25th, 2017 June 16th 1964, that’s the day my father was born… March 2nd 2010, that’s the day my father passed. My dad Elan Prystowsky, was the most hard working, caring, funny, awesome person in any way shape or form. Most people take death as a very sad time and as a very serious time. Well, when my father passed I was only ten and my sister was only seven, we didn’t know what cancer was, we didn’t know why he came home once a week and we didn’t know why his head was all of the sudden bald from “treatment”. For a ten year old this is a lot to process, a lot to understand, and most certainly a lot to cope with. Growing up without a father figure in the house has always been tough but everyone has to find a way to manage and a way to adapt to new things. Obviously losing my father was not ideal, but it did make me the man who I am today, everything i do, i try to succeed in it. Especially sports, that’s a bond him and I always had. Whether it was driving to a hockey game down the street at Rizzo Rink, or driving up and down the east coast for baseball, he was always there, every time, anytime, and always. But it wasn’t only me who was affected, of course my mother and little sister as well. I still remember the night he passed, I had my last hockey game of the season, I scored a nice backhand shot got off the ice and called my dad and told him right away. I remember asking him when he was coming home, he said “tomorrow”. The

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