My father was the center of the family, and everyone tried to please him.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father has been the real anchor of the family. He's the one who has always encouraged my mother, my brother and me.
My father made sure I was treated equally with my brothers.
My father loved people, children and pets.
Everyone loved my father. He was so nice that people took advantage of him. We were lower middle class. I slept in the hallway on a cot that rolled away during the day, and my younger brother and sister slept in my parents' room. My goal as a kid was to someday have my own room and to own a car - and I wanted to be able to take care of my parents.
My dad used to sit me on his knee and read from the Bible to us. We were a praying family. Ours was a family of love and a family of prayer.
My father really was not the dominant person who raised the family, it was my mother who raised the family.
I was just the youngest in the family, and most in desperate need of attention.
Even with my father and brother dying, I didn't quite process the grief.
My father showed me so much love. He showed my brother so much love. He just, he had a rough life. You know, he grew up in a boys home in the Bronx. He didn't really know his own family. So I couldn't hold it against him that he didn't know how to parent. He didn't know how to be the perfect husband. But he loved as much as he could.
My mother was the center of the family.