Eh. It's a little sketchy since I don't usually see my father but he does talk to me on the phone sometimes.

my stepfather raised me and i can look back and say that even though he wasn't always the nicest of people in my life he taught me my manners.

UPDATE: Twenty four years today. Love you and miss you Pops! ORIGINAL COMMENT: I created this web listing as a sort of homage to the people in my life that helped shaped me to be the kind of man that I, believe that I am. My father was a hard man, a hard drinker and could be abusive with words and sometimes physically, but he also had a heart of gold and worked hard for his family. He taught me the value of a dollar and how to work hard for the things in life that I wanted. He taught me how to fight, throw and catch a ball (he tried to teach me how to hit the ball, but I somehow never learned), how to talk to girls and how to choose my friends wisely. My father was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico in 1923. At that time the hispanics spoke only spanish. When he was nine years old he enrolled himself in school. He taught himself how to read and write and speak english fluently. He came to California as a young teenager , lived in East Los Angeles, joined the Army, after his discharge he became an upholsterer, and eventually became the President of the Upholsterers International Union. The greatest thing he ever taught me was how to be a good American. Sure he was proud of his roots, as all people should be, but nothing equalled his pride of being a good American. My brother and sister and I try to live up to the standards that he set. I have successfully passed on that pride to my children. They are all hard working, and my son is currently serving his country in the Coast Guard. This is for my late dad, Andrew. A great American and my greatest Teacher!

My father has taught me alot in life. He taught me how to fix a car, how to read the trails while four-wheeling, how to survive out on your own, and how to treat a lady. He has taught me so much, and I will always be greatful. (But he never taught me how to tie a tie.) lol

I can't help but be influenced by my father, I guess you might call me a daddy's girl. He was easy to respect, highly intelligent to the point I am sure he's a genius, lots of fun and respectful of others.

Regretfully, my old man was one of the dumbest people I've ever met. I did the exact opposite of everything he did and wound up sucessful. Sometimes bad behavior is indeed a good lesson. . .

I don't know where to begin, my father has influenced almost every aspect of my life, not because he overshadows me but because of the lessons he has taught me. Not a day goes by when I don't come across a problem and realize that I have already been taught the answer. All the values that I now hold dear to me honor, respect, loyalty, integrity and hard work stem from simply watching him be himself. I have been all over the world and have broken bread with many different people and I have never met someone with the same character, humbleness and heart as my father. And while he would have you believe he is simply an everyman he is anything but. There was never a time in my life when I didn't have his support or advice at my ready. And like my father and my grandfather I learned a lot of life's lessons the hard way, still I was never judged only advised. Always encouraged with a hand on my back helping to steady me on my rocky path. My father promised early on that he would always be in my corner and he has never faltered. As I write this I am across the world and I can still hear his words ringing in my ear Son you can do anything you put your mind to, I believe in you with all my heart. I know I never could have become the man I am today if it were not for the man who showed me the way. I love you pop-que paso ese?

With his love of history, language, intellectual inquiry, and rational debate, it is hard to overestimate his influence in my life. Absolutely five stars.

While he was alive, yeah. (he died when I was 13) I actually think I got to know him better after I grew up and started to understand the kind of man he had been. Hard living, hard working, hard playing, ferociously loyal, greatest friend and worst enemy. My greatest regret is that I can't swap lies with him now.

My father was an example of what drugs can do to you if you abuse them. I don't know where he is now, but I do know one thing--I'm never doing drugs.