Eulogy for Son
It has become immensely clear to me that words cannot adequately or sufficiently describe the meaning and value of Michael's short life. However, I have a compelling need to tell you of the things you already know about Michael. From my perspective as his father, I can say that I am so very proud of Michael; not because he studied and worked hard in school as I wanted--he didn't; not because he attained great awards as I wanted--he didn't achieve these either. Michael found his own direction and accomplished more meaningful things in his short life. Maybe God took him because he already touched more hearts than most of us can touch in a full lifetime. In only 19 years he has touched the hearts of all here and many who could not be here. Our hearts are so sad now because Michael had made them so glad. Michael made us smile and Michael made us laugh. His many many friends will universally attest to that! As Al noted, "The love you take is equal to the love you make and Michael sure made a lot!"
Not only did he reach a hand of friendship to us, but he extended it halfway around the world to Novomoscovsk, Russia. Because of Michael, our sorrow is shared by a Russian family; a family who also has three sons and with whom we continue to enjoy a close friendship. I am sorry his adopted Russian brother, Alec with whom Michael shared a year of school, fishing and fun, cannot be here with us today. However, I am so glad that Kris, Al, Dan and Laurel are here. Michael was our middle child and was the glue that held us close. To Kris, Michael was her little brother whom she helped raise and take care of; who grew up to advise her of what clothing looked best when she was in doubt; and who habitually stole her clean socks, a pair of which he is wearing now. To Al, whose school pals have moved away, Michael simply became his best friend and closest companion. For Dan, whom Michael watched over, protected, understood and loved for his uniqueness; together they shared a common interest in computers which Michael had sparked and fostered. He was Daniel's teacher and mentor. To Laurel, Michael was her idol whom she deeply loved and admired.
Acne damages the skin. The bacteria and oil cause damage to the pores, skin, and underlying tissue. In response, the body sends white blood cells and other treatment molecules called collagen to the area in an attempt to heal the damaged tissues. Most acne scars only affect the outer layers of skin. Depending on how much collagen one’s body produces affects the scar type, if the scars are depressed the body does not produce enough collagen, if the scars are raised the body produced too much collagen (American Association of Dermatology 2011).
The film uses instances of flashback to reveal what happened in Argentina during 1970-1980s, as such most of what “El Secreto De Sus Ojos” (The Secret in Their Eyes). Depicts about that period in Argentina’s history is borrowed from memory. In this film, the influence of memory is captured through certain crucial events, characters as well as their imagination. Since these historical events are narrated from memory, they reflect the passage of time and as such underline the social political transition that this country has undergone.
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.
The postition of the President of the United States is a prestegious honor that has seen many great leaders over the past 200 years. George Washington was the first to lead the Executive Branch of the United States government. It is clear that Washington was sufficiently qualified to lead the nation as it grew due to his significant contributions to the Revolutionary War effort. Washington also led by example for the Presdients the followed him in office.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I would like to thank you all for coming to Arlyn's funeral. I am truly touched that you care enough to show your support for us and your respect for Arlyn this way.
Good afternoon, let me just start by saying that the kindness, support, friendship, and love extended to me and my family during this difficult time has really touched my heart- we are sincerely appreciative!
My mother was a complex, multi-faceted person. Many of you here today knew my mother personally, and many of you knew my mother indirectly through one of her family members. You may have known her as a coworker, a friend, or a support person. Of course, all of my mother’s family here today each knew a part of her, a “facet” of her--as a mother, a sister, an aunt, a grandmother, a cousin.
When I was little, if you couldn't find me, I could be anywhere— up a tree, under the covers, in the closet, even hiding in the bathroom where I couldn't be disturbed... but almost always with a book. Friends even through college would ask how it was that I gobbled up words like peanut butter. Usually, I would just shrug and say, “I have no idea where it came from!” Thinking back, though, it's so obvious— how could I miss it?
Thank you all so much for coming today to help my brother, sisters and me remember our father, Ralph.
Before I begin I would like to thank all of you here on behalf of my mother, my brother and myself, for your efforts large and small to be here today, to help us mark my fathers passing.