The following essay details what would be if I was given the responsibility of writing my own eulogy.
First and foremost, I was a great man. I wore my heart on my sleeve and never held anything back when it came to expressing myself. I wasn't good at hiding my emotions, which often got the better of me, but the sincerity in my heart was probably my most endearing quality.
I was a good kid. My mind was everywhere. Perhaps I was a little stubborn, but I always had a passion for learning. I kept that passion all the way through adulthood. I considered a day without learning something new as a wasted day. I was a voracious reader, and always had a book nearby. Occasionally at parties, I would slip into the bathroom for a few minutes to get a
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Living in an area which rains for much of the year, I have grown to love and appreciate the constant gray skies and rich, dark green trees. I always wanted to go out on walks, or hikes, just to take in the fresh air and the life within our atmospheric walls. In the past, I would take weekly visits to the beach. If you're familiar with this area, you'd know that very few actually go to the local beaches for the sand or sun. I went to the beach for the sunsets. Even on the coldest, cloudiest day, the skies would break just enough over the horizon and allow the colors of the sleeping sun to shine over the water. It was where I was most at peace. At peace with the world and with myself.
I held a deep passion for all things literature and nature, as well as combat sports. I struggled heavily when it comes to living in this world and making an impact on the people around me. While I was always concerned with world issues, I believed that I was nowhere near the position to make a difference. I always said that there were much smarter and more passionate people to resolve all the problems in the world. I believed that I simply was just an insignificant piece of sand in a beach. I always preferred to be stuck in my own world, only leaving my comfort zone to give smiles, hugs and
On November 16th each of the individuals on this altar were to take part in what would have been the most special day in Michael’s life… the day he would have taken Stephanie’s hand in marriage. Instead we stand before you today and attempt to eulogize a great friend and beloved brother.
It is hard to give a eulogy for one’s parent. More than the death of a classmate or sibling, the death of a parent is not only a loss, but also a reminder that we are all following an inevitable path. We are all “Outrunning Our Shadow” as her friend Fred Hill so provocatively titled his book.
Yesterday, as Martin's friends poured into town, I was struck by how many distinct sets of friends he had. Family, skaters, punks, his Swampland posse, his boys and his girls, Professors, colleagues, Ann Arbor friends, Chicago friends, cyberspace friends who'd never met him "in the flesh"... Trying to walk down the street with him was an exercise in frustration, as Martin's fans flocked to him like the Pied Piper. He was so much, to so many. One of his greatest gifts to us is each other.
This assignment really allowed me to ponder over my life and think about how I have lived, and how I want to live from this point forward. Writing my eulogy did not unsettle my nerves, but it did give me a sense of purpose. Through writing this, I realized that some of the most “important” aspects of my life are really not that important when looking at the bigger picture. I think writing a eulogy can lead to depression for some people, but writing my eulogy was not depressing for me at all. After this assignment, I would recommend everyone write out what they want said about their lives when they
I want to thank all of my Mother’s friends and family for being here today to celebrate her life and to mourn her death. I’m sure she would be thrilled to see all of you here and I know it would have meant the world to her.
My first experience with death founded my passion for nursing. Amidst the spinning tornado of emotions that struck me on that day, I was shown true compassion by a stranger, by a nurse. For all that he did for me and my family, I will forever be grateful, and as a student, I hope that I will be able to follow his example. I have found my bucket list to be ever-changing and does not highlight my relationship with death. Additionally, I am hesitant to write my eulogy due to recent personal experiences, so at this time I did not feel that this would be an appropriate choice for me. That is why my first death experience was the optimal choice.
On behalf of my entire family, I want to thank all of you for your compassion and for being present here today. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Mauri-Lynne, and I'm Lionel's daughter. Dad was devoted to every one of you. We all hope that you'll share your memories of him with us, if not today then in the weeks and months to come.
For the first time in my life, I'll celebrate Father's Day this year without my dad. The man who had the most influence on the man I became passed away on April 14. Jack was 79.
I stand before you today to pay my last respects, and to say my final goodbyes, to my father Harry.
Eulogy for Son William was a very special person. His good qualities are endless. Since he was just a child, I always remember William sticking up for the family. When his sister, Lisa, was a baby, William would sit outside her room with a mask and cape on, ready to rescue her in case she started crying. And, if William’s father or I were making too much noise, he was always quick to fly downstairs and tell us to keep quiet so as not to disturb his little sister.
When my sister and I were little, he taught us how to paint with oils on smooth pieces of wood, instructing us on how to blend colors or make certain brush strokes, telling us that "there are no straight lines in nature," to help us paint better trees.
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.
Located in a forest, was a park my dad had taken me to for a space of around two years. In the summer it was lush and virescent, the full trees bringing shade and fabricating new mountains to scale. The winter was beautifully barren and had seemed to be as clear as crystalline ice, reflecting the beauty around every surface. All year the park was feigning beauty and then mocking the word in which it was described. It held everything that could possibly make a child happy, including the beaming, champagne colored ice cream truck. Even the champagne was pretending to be beautiful; the color peeled off in feathers of paint as if the truck was pluming for everyone’s entertainment. My father got me an ice cream every time we went, which more or
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.
The dull light of the sun somehow manages to kindle my senses in a way I had never seen or felt before. Everything felt like it came to a standstill and the effect of the light made the scene look like one in a painting. The waves break gently into white foam on the black beach. The small crystals in the sand glimmer and twinkle brilliantly against the sunrays. The seagulls ride with the wind and the soft sand cushions my toes.