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
Many people have ways of influencing others. Most people use words to affect other people. An amount of individuals would utilize their gift of persuasion to convince others of their causes or maybe arguments, while some use authority to force people to do as they are told. These several differences can apply to fathers as well. Not all fathers are similar when it comes to educating their children. Many are gentle, while some are more dominant. Randy T Caldwell, a somewhat young spirited middle aged man. Dark skinned with black Gucci frames to accommodate his big brown eyes. Standing 5’11, board shoulders, happy, loving, man of
As much as I would love for my father to be alive at this very moment, I have learned so much from that experience and I don’t know where I would be without it. This experience has made me a better person in general and has given me the ability to appreciate everyone else for who they are. No matter what goes on in their lives. I believe that I am on this earth for one reason; and that reason is to make others feel like they have meaning in their lives. I strive to continue my father’s legacy by living by caring for others before myself. I try to relate and feel the sympathy for everyone else that has pain and hardship going on in their lives give them the respect they deserve. This is the impression my father has made on me, and the legacy he has left
On March 7, 2017, I attended a meeting of the Hillsborough County Board of County Commissioners at which they discussed land use and development. Topics and requests discussed included easements and setback applications and zoning. Having never previously attended a county meeting before, I had my expectations set relatively low for the meeting efficiency. I turned out being surprised with how the meeting was run, which I will discussed further in this summary.
When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.
Everyone is born with a biological father, not necessarily a “dad.” A father essentially has a choice to walk out or give up. Not everyone can be a dad or be a good father figure to their children. It’s up to them if they want to take advantage of their time with you and love you eternally. My Dad is one of the most important and influential people in my life. To you, he is Paul Derosario but to me, he is a loving father, mentor, role model, and a friend. Our relationship is so significant and robust that the bond that we have cannot ingenuously be broken. He motivates me to be a better person, teaches me imperative life lessons, and sacrifices a lot to provide me with a better life.
One day my dad came home from work. He looked really upset and didn’t seem like himself. Him and my mom told my brother, sister and I to come to the kitchen because they had bad news. “Kids, your great grandpa was diagnosed with lung cancer yesterday.” My mom told us with watery eyes. “Yeah,” My dad started, “We just found out this morning.” This was very upsetting and depressing news for my family and I to hear, but we all got through it together. We did this by going to see him as much as we could, even thought he lived three hours away from
Both Etruscan and Roman tomb sculpture function to memorialize the departed allowing them to move on from the world of the living and seeks to comfort those who have lost the ones they love. The two societies have differing practices in regards to death and therefore sculptures concerning the subject are somewhat different with a few identifiable similarities. While both societies seek to comfort the living and commemorate the dead this is achieved through different approaches. The Etruscan Sarcophagus with reclining couple from Cerveteri, Italy and the Mummy of Artemidorus from Roman Egypt are two examples of contrasting representations of the dead. When analyzing tomb sculpture one of the main questions is whether the work adapts a retrospective approach (presentation of the deceased as they were in life) or a prospective one (the viewpoint of looking forward to life beyond the grave). While the Etruscan sarcophagus gives a more retrospective memorialization through the depiction of the couple in a state of regularity the Roman Mummy of Artemidorus presents a more prospective approach concerning the deceased through the emphasis of funerary practices.
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.
When my dad passed away last July, it was tough. It was halfway through the summer, I had just graduated from high school, and I was preparing to embark on the exciting and nerve-wracking journey that is college. All the while, I was living life in my own little world, detached and disconnected from those closest to me. Most of my days consisted of working one job or another (at the time I was juggling three, for no justifiable reason), and my days off consisted of sleeping in, spending lazy afternoons by the pool, evenings by the fire with friends, and late nights of Netflix. But I got lost in that little world. I forgot to be present, mindful, and – most of all – appreciative. So when my dad, who was neither sick nor ill, didn’t wake up from his sleep one morning, Reality didn’t just bring me back down to earth. It hit me. Hard.
For years it was just my father Aaron and I. My mother died when I was a toddler, my dad never told me how she died. He had become a solitary man after that. I was his only companion. He left his government job and we moved to a small town in Texas. He dove head first into his research in bacteria and diseases. He didn’t want to confront his feelings, I had always feared that if he slowed down he would fall apart. He never really dealt with his grief, he pushed it to the side and worked his ass off to keep busy.
From the moment we found out my sister was pregnant with her first my dad, a kind
The first time I met him it was a hot, humid day in September with the sun blazing down on all four of us. My sister’s face was beaming proudly as she finally introduced us to her new boyfriend as he stepped around the front of his maroon truck. We stood in the large parking lot next to the quarter mile, two story school that Lianna and I went to. He was tall, a bit lanky but also muscular. My first impression doesn’t give him much credit to the man he is today, but he gave a firm handshake and pretended not to notice when Lianna and I gave McKenna looks of approval, which just added to the reasons to shoot McKenna more looks making her blush.
After the funeral I spent the rest of summer locked in my room listening to her favorite songs. My dad would come in my room and beg me to talk to him, but it was to no avail, I couldn’t bring myself to talk about it. It eventually got easier, but it still hurt. It was hard not have her there, but things weren't so bad with just me and my dad. Little did I know in just a couple of years my life would take another turn for the worse.
When I was 10 years old, I realized I was different from my father. I was in my room playing with LEGO’s when dad called up.