Eulogy for my brother Wilfredo
Today, I am writing in the memory of my brother, Wilfredo, so that I may acknowledge and share both our joy in the gift that his life was to my family and me, and the pain that his passing brings. In sharing the joy and the pain together today, may I lessen the pain and remember more clearly the joy. Wilfredo was just 44 years old when he passed away on Tuesday at Cajamarca, Peru. He was born on June 16, 1963 Peru. Wilfredo spent his life in Cajamarca farming for over 30 years. He lived his life to the fullest and touched so many people during his life. I try to reach out for the right words to express my thoughts about my brother Wilfredo, I remembered the many valued and meaningful roles that Wilfredo played throughout his life. I see him as the family man. He loved his family profoundly. He was devoted husband, son, father, uncle, brother, and friend. My brother was a comfort for my mom and us. He was a very respectful
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He was a good friend to so many he could be counted on and depended on always. Whether when I need a simple advice, an empathetic ear, a shoulder to lean on, companionable silence, a listener he always was there for me and for my others siblings. Wilfredo was not cruel man and he wanted his children to understand that nothing can be gained from holding a grudge or leaving any issue that was very wrong unclear. He spoke out when it really counted, his strong principles did not allow him to let something wrong stand unchallenged. He shared his expertise with anyone who would listen, also he worked hard and consistently and he remained a student of life. My brother never stopped learning especially through his loving wife and children. He never sat back and became complacent. He led by example as he mentored his nephews and nieces and his own children in a way that anyone of them can say that he was an inspiration in his
parents names were Enrique and Angela. Angela was his mother and Enrique was his dad. His
I’m glad we have Maurice, my mother’s younger brother here today. Ella, her older sister, unfortunately couldn’t make it, but I know the news of my mothers death hit her hard. And I know that she prayed with all her will, for my mother.
Hi guys, (sobbing), this is really hard to do, and I cannot believe this day has actually come. Finny was my best friend, my role model, and my everything. While he rests in peace, I want to share some words for him, wherever he may be. Finny lit up every room he walked into, won over everyone and everything he encountered. Ever since we met, a while back, we have been inseparable. We are Finny and Gene, the two immensely different best friends that have stuck together throughout the years. Finny had top notch athletic skills and could lead and win any sports contest or game, anywhere, no matter what. Once, he even broke a school swimming record just for fun! I always looked up to Finny’s leadership and athleticism
what others thought of him. His life symbolized what a lot of people have gone
Today, the most difficult day in my family’s life, we gather to say farewell to our son, brother, fiancé and friend. To those of you here and elsewhere who know Dylan you already are aware of the type of person he was and these words you will hear are already in your memory. To those who were not as fortunate, these words will give you a sense of the type of man he was and as an ideal for which we should strive. My son has been often described as a gentle soul. He was pure of heart and had great sensitivity for the world around him. He had a way with people that made them feel comfortable around him and infected others to gravitate toward him. Dylan exuded kindness and pulled generosity and altruism out from everyone he touched. He was everyone's best friend.
was a good brother and his final decision was made to give Jamal the life he wanted and did
One of my earliest memories of Grandpa begins with us driving to the Monmouth Park Racetrack. We sure did love to go to the track and root for Julie Krone or one of our other favorite jockeys. He loved challenges, and he especially loved the challenge of picking the ponies. He would read the race programs in the Asbury Park Press and usually pre-pick most of the day's favorite horses before ever leaving the house. Still, on arrival, we always bought the program and maybe a race sheet or two before entering the track grandstand. After picking up a couple of seats right around the finish line or maybe a little past it, back to figuring he'd go. As he went, grandpa would always point out the horses that had won recently or looked like they were due. "I have a feeling about this one" he'd say.
Dear friends and family gathered here today, This day today is hard for us all. … Banquo, who we all loved, whether it be as a father, as a husband or like myself, as a friend. We will all have our own personal and special memories, of the mark he left in our hearts, in our lives and it is very hard for me today to be up here, hearing my own thoughts out loud, trying my best to focus on the happiest times Banquo brought us, rather than the fact that (he/she) is no longer here with us today as know it.
Eulogy for Son The Death of a Child. Not many people realize that the death of a child is NOT in accordance with God’s NORMAL scheme of things. It is not a natural. God did not mean for a child to go first. A child buries the parent.
Johnny grew up with the same group of friends for a long time. Through their bad situations, he would always be there and cared a great amount for them and supported them always. It was a grieving moment when he passed away at such a young age. Johnny Cade will be loved and missed forever.
Today we celebrate the life of my dear friend, Jerome. Jerome, you were my teacher, my mentor and my dear friend. You provided me your counsel and wisdom. You shared your joyous smile and laugh. You shared your zest for life and the passion for all those things that were important to you.
his dream come true and he endured many hardships and hard work to attain success. However,
Each of you here had your own relationship with my Dad, each of you has your own set of memories and your own word picture that describes this man. I don’t presume to know the man that you knew. But I hope that, in this eulogy that I offer, you will recognise some part of the man that we all knew, the man that is no longer amongst us, the man who will never be gone until all of us here have passed.
It took my family more than a week to plan the funeral , because they were still in shock that, he was actually dead ,and many of us didn’t have that much money at the time but luckily my dad helped out with most. Walking into the doors of the church was really hard for me, as I walked slowly I could see his blue casket facing towards me, with a bunch of flowers on top. Looking over at him lying there in a casket was unbelievable, I just couldn’t help it to let out my flow of tears, and touch his cold body letting him know that I will always love him, and that hopefully we will meet again. He wore a sky blue button up shirt with black pants and a cross chain, that had Jesus on it I placed over his neck. Omar looked very nice and like himself laying there. There were a lot of people that attended the funeral everyone said special prayers for him shared funny memories, and pictures they had with him, and viewed the body
My grandfather was a very loving man, he loved his family more than anything he had