My mother. Even though we don't get on the best, she is the strongest women I know.
Raised 2 daughters as a single Mother, had to deal with one turning to drugs and fighting that for so many years, She then got breast cancer and fought that off once. Finally she meet a wonderful man around 15 years ago, who looked after her extremely well. They then had to deal with my sister disappearing and never being found. She got breast cancer 2 more times, and fourght it off both times again, my aunt my mothers sister then died of breast cancer, and my mother looked after her in the end, then took in my two cousins. A couple of years ago, my mothers husband got cancer and she looked after him until the very end til he died in November.
Amongst all of this, my mother is an amazing painter and sells her art and art shows and cafes, she is extremely fit, took a cycling tour of Vietnam, walks everyday, plays tennis and golf, would kick my ass at anything. She has travelled all over the world, and is the most amazing cook.
This year she will be 70 years old and is still going strong.
I admire her to the fullest.

Each member of my family for their specific reasons. Each are equally admirable.

I’d say my foster son stands out the most. He is Autistic, developmentally delayed, cognitively challenged. His mother never wanted him and literally would bang her stomach into a wall to terminate pregnancy. He was born addicted to cocaine, had seizures because of this, one of which knocked out his ability to speak. He wasn’t able to be taken care of properly in his family home. I met him when he was 10. He came to live with my ex and I when he was 15. He is now 36. Through everything he has endured in his early life, he retains the incredible ability to be unconditional. He is judgment free. He has a great sense of comedic timing. He gives the warmest hugs. He has taught me more about myself than any human, ever. He is my life coach.

My 34 year old daughter Becky is pretty amazing. She wears her heart on her sleeve just like mom. Despite her physical and emotional disabilities she is always upbeat and loving.

My family, and extended family are a bunch of pricks to be honest, my kids are awesome, my youngest brother is ok, but it is my intellectually disabled sister with cerebral palsy that I admire most. She is 58 now and each year was never expected to see her next birthday, she still smiles and is very loving.

The only one still alive; my sis.

my parents. both for different reasons. i am not going to choose between them. equally important.

Two people for me: My Cousin Joe and My Uncle Ivan.. both taught and showed me how to be respectful of people and were both true teachers of humanity in their own right. I miss them both very much and carry their beings with me in everything I do. Ive turned out I hope in someone both would be proud of !

I can’t say just one. I love my mom. She’s my best friend. My support. And now that I’m almost 40 our relationship has become like two girls hanging out.
But I also admire my dad. He taught me to question everything. He told me the truth about silly things people believe like women have one less rib than a man (when I was a child). We now discuss what’s going on in the world. Philosophical discussions. One Night I stayed overnight there and we ended up having a 5 hour conversation starting at 1 in the morning! I loved it. I love those kinds of things.

My mother , who emigrated from the Isle of Man UK to Canada in the 20s married a man from her original locality that she met out there, had two children but her husband died and she had to return to her homeland . There she lived with two brothers of her late husbands family and subsequently married one of them, had two more children (I'm one), finally dying aged 93. Other members of my mothers family also emigrated to Canada and California and my family visited them in 93.

My oldest daughter. She studied nights to get her 2 degrees and teaches school now.

My uncle, dad's brother. He couldn't be more different than my dad. My uncle obviously loves his kids and has great relationships with them.

My brother, Bob. He came from a point of suicidal depression in middle school, from our impoverished and religiously fanatic, messed up family, to win scholarship allowing him to graduate from Yale, go on to obtain his PhD in social psychology, then rejected the publish-or-parish treadmill of tenure track academia and instead got himself an advisory job in a university and made himself indespensible enough to move up to his current position of an associate vice president at his university. While enroute, he inspired me to go for the college education I had thought was financially out of reach. And beyond that, he is just a nice guy.

My wife... She has confronted and dealt with a lot of adversity... has raised four wonderful children, been a superb Search and Rescue Mission Coordinator, is currently studying for a Masters in Crisis and Disaster Management. She is an empath, an Atheist, a free thinker and a compassionate humanist...

My youngest daughter. She has depth and compassion.

My 101year old father .He survived a kamikaze attack on a ship during WW2 and became a NYC FIreman . He is Voracious reader and still can have conversations on a wide range of subjects .He was always a very generous person with family and friends

It was my Gram... she was so tolerant yet retained her own views. She was slow to judge and just amazing... I also admire my brother.

My son... And I am being honest that I name him not for his accomplishments as for his potential to overachieve and to have a wonderful Future. His mother made him everything I wasn't but she wanted me to be. Physical, 6'4" can do over ten pushups with a girl on his back. Show off. Hell of a dancer, deep voice like mine and what surprised me was as a kid always was called by his middle name. He turns 18, he went to his first name. Maybe only his siblings, parents and other family members call him still by his middle name. He is stubborn like me. I don't know if he can handle a broken heart but there is only one way to find out. I am still waiting for mine. So maybe is one those qualities passed from father to son that can't be seen in the open. He served, is successful in his job and bought his house without a partner on his own at 27. That was nice. His house warming party at Veteran's day after the election when I was introduced to all his friends in Las Vegas was maybe the most magical moment of my life, the respect they all showed and the minimum to be cleaned after, meeting even a democrat delegate and yet it was just after the election of trump and the conversation we had and how no bitterness was shown, everybody could dance and everybody was so young and beautiful ladies and gentlemen with their head in their place and they were there to celebrate the accomplishment of a young man trying to be a good responsible citizen, his first house purchase. It gave me hope in America. You had to be there to understand how proud I was of him at that moment. Biggest problem I see is can't argue with him... is like arguing with myself. But that is my problem, not his. He is dangerous... Is a geek on a male bimbo body... able to move with grace... and I can proudly call him my son sharing my first name!

Admire? Most tolerable would be a better choice in my case.
My sister.

My mom. She is the perfect example of what Christians should be. She is tolerant and nonjudgmental of anyone. She is there for anyone that needs help. The only problem she might have is that people can and will take advantage of her, but that is what I am here for, to keep that from happening.

Everybody in THIS family. You're all awesome.

my mum

Mom

It was my dad - he was a good friend, he was smart, he was well-read/informed, he was caring and thoughtful, and he was an atheist to boot! After his death in 2016......hmmmm....admire is a big concept to me and I'm not sure anybody else in my family really fits in those shoes. There are aspects of several people that I really adore, cherish and even admire.....but probably the one who comes closes to an overall picture of who I might aspire to be like in some ways, would be my step-sister. She is very good at making people feel loved and she is very good at keeping negative thoughts/words to herself.

I have loved them all, but admire? We call have had feet of clay -- some more so.

My grand-mother