Today, we are gathered here to remember and celebrate the life of a dearly loved friend, neighbor, lawyer, and most importantly father. Atticus Finch was loved by many. From a young age, my father taught me, not only simple things such as right and wrong, but life long lessons. As a young girl, I didn’t always realize what he was doing but he managed to sneak in a lesson in just about everything we did. I used to think Atticus was the an epitome of absolutely everything I thought was a perfect father, I now know that he was in fact. Atticus was a wise man. He taught me to read and write before I even entered school. He was always honest and respectful. Only once did he bend a rule, and that was when he continued to read with me. He was always nice, but could be stern when needed. He implemented his sternness in situations much like when me and Jem would torment ole Boo. …show more content…
Color meant nothing to him. He once said, “There’s just one kind of folks. Folks.” He believed all men were equal, and that’s how he treated them. He told me something that I still think about when I think of racism, “As you grow older, you’ll see white men cheat black men everyday of your life, but let me tell you something and don’t you forget it-whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash." He didn’t even recognize people by their age. He talked to me and Jem just like we were adults. He made sure we knew he was equal with