Tribute To My Daddy

Tribute To My Daddy

The man who truly loved more than he did anything else.


I didn't count on my dad to be on time for anything. I counted on him to show up.

He was late for so many things and I just learned to expect it from him, but he always showed up. I can remember multiple occasions when I had choir performances: I would already be on stage, and I would see my dad quietly sneak in and sit in the back still dressed from working that day. I know he was pretty self-conscious about not being able to shower first, but he never let that stop him from hearing me sing, or any of us sing. He himself was not gifted in the singing department, but he just thought that us kids had the most beautiful voices.

I knew my daddy was extremely proud of all of us and everything we had accomplished. So many people have told me how much he talked about and bragged about all of us. I know we were very special to him, and he was special to us.

There were times when he made sure I always had money for my lunches out with friends, even if it meant he had to work a little harder or work a little later to make it happen.

He often would go without just so that we could have something we expressed to him that we wanted. I can remember days when he would come back from Burger King or Subway or McDonald's or literally wherever with food for all of us but himself.

He truly would go without just so that we wouldn't have to.

That's who my dad was. A pure soul.

He loved his whole family very much, and he never stopped showing us just how much. He made sure that those he cared about were doing okay, and he never stopped checking in on people. He was always there to help in whatever ways he could.

I never had to worry about not being able to open a jar or bottle because this man was strong enough to open them all. I'm still not sure what my sisters are going to do when they see a bug in the house now. He was the only one man enough to tend to business when it came to killing critters. He would always ask me what I was gonna do if I ever lived by myself and didn't have him around to kill a bug for me.

I would tell him that I'd just have to call him and wait until he came, to which he responded to with a chuckle.

I can say that I will miss hearing him laugh, I'll miss hearing him talk, I'll miss having him there to hug, I'll miss having him, period.

My daddy was definitely a lifeline for me and one of my biggest supporters. I'll never stop missing him.

Here's the thing about my dad though: He may have been late to a lot of things, but I know for him he always believed that everything happened at the right time, just like it was supposed to. He showed up on his time, and for him, his time was always the right time. Even if other people didn't feel that way.

He would always tell me everything is going to happen just when it's supposed to, And I really want to believe him.

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On June 22nd I Celebrated My 22nd

*Insert cliche Taylor Swift song "22"*


It's about time I turn 22. I've been told that after your 21st birthday, the years begin to fly past you in a blur. I don't know if I agree, but I can definitely say that I don't feel 22. Sometimes I look around at all the people who are freshmen in college, or juniors in high school, and I begin to reminisce about when I was their age. One thing getting older does do is make you a skeptical, cynical person.

I've thought a lot about my birthday as another day that I get to eat cake because let's face it, I'm not really here for anything else, except maybe a shot. I remember celebrating my birthday when I was younger was much different from what it turned into after I turned 20. Back in the day, I would celebrate my birthday with a pool party. Pizza, chips, cake, and soda. A few balloons and candles and that was it. I'd only invite my closest friends and we'd have so much fun.

I miss that kind of birthday. The kind you pick out an outfit for days prior, the kind you get so excited for and can't sleep, the kind that makes you feel special. It doesn't feel like that anymore. What it feels like now is, "welp, there goes another year." This line is also applicable to New Year's Eve, but we'll cross that bridge six months from now.

My birthday is pretty uneventful. It feels like the spark is gone, the excitement is gone. I wish I could feel happy that I'm turning 22, but I also know that it's just a reality that we all get older and things like birthdays begin to feel strange. You're faced to realize that you're supposed to have gained another year of experience and intelligence in the aspects of life, but it's almost like you feel the same.

It's safe to say that this has been a bit of an existential-crisis-themed birthday, but I'm just a little scared of getting older. I think we all reach a point where you realize you aren't invincible anymore. It's time to see what's in store for the future, what your career goals are, where you plan to move to after graduation, how to eat better, and how to feel like you've reached your full potential. It's a bittersweet moment in my life, but I'm ready to see what's next.

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Am I An Addict And Social Media Is The Drug?

Hey, my name is Ashley Williams and I am a social media fanatic.


I don't know if it's because I was born into this generation that is built on social media and technology or what, but I just know it's a part of me that I won't be able to get rid of.

Social media has amazing perks... it's a faster way of getting and keeping in touch with someone, you have your daily news and entertainment right at your fingertips, and you can share and learn just by opening up an app. But, despite these amazing advancements social media has provided for me, recently I've been feeling kind of like a... zombie, or slave to social media.

It's gotten to the point where it's a part of my morning, afternoon, and nightly routine. I wake up to browsing my social media to ending my night checking my social media one more time just in case I missed anything that's "worth my time."

Recently in my Writ 102 class, we had to write a research paper about anything our hearts desired, and I chose to write about the impacts of social media on someone's mental health.

While researching and trying to get my sources, I came across tons of information that suggest that millennials are most likely to experience a phenomenon called FOMO, fear of missing out. Crazy, cause that's exactly how I feel when I check my Twitter or Instagram feed right after I was just on it knowing damn well, nothing new has popped up.

...And this thought came to me... am I an addict and social media is the drug?

Is getting a notification, a" like", a dm, or something new being popping up on my feed the dopamine that's fueling my craving for my social media addiction?

Is this bad? I mean it's not like I checked my phone seven times, mindlessly scrolling while writing the first half of my blog... I'm not that addictive. It's just a little crave.

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