One day i aspire to be able to give you “wonderful” parents of mine a nice little lecture. Thank you guys for making simple memories of mine into lectures and for shaping me the way i am and the way i act today. Please stop complaining about my attitude because you guys made me this way, so thank you. (Not really). It all began when i was 6 years old while i was scrolling down on some “scary youtube” videos as i layed down on my small cute princess bed with some sweet and tasty orange juice in my small hands. Not knowing that i was about to watch the first video in my life that was going to give me nightmares for the next 3 or 4 nights, i continued to watch the video. My heart raced as fast as the speed of light when a terrible creepy …show more content…
Honestly i have no idea of why my mother would get me in trouble instead of my dumb brother, who was the one who put his little hands on my favorite doll’s head and decided to pull the doll head off. Anyways thanks mom for making me dislike my brother in that …show more content…
I knew that i was going to get in trouble, but since i liked the rain i didn't see anything wrong with getting a little bit drenched in water outside. I would run through the cold drops of water that fell on my head. I would sit outside and stare into the mysteriously grey clouds as i jumped every time the sound of thunder would enter my ears. Running inside the house when i heard the sound of my dad's car door slam shut. I was hoping that if i changed quickly enough into some warm comfy pajamas that i wasn't going to get caught, but i realized that i was wrong when i heard the yelling of my mom and dad in the kitchen. Well thanks for the whoopin dad, and thanks for the disgusting blue medicine the i strongly despised mom. As i turned 7 years old, i would often play outside in the dirt. Also considering that i got mud all over my clothes, this was the main reason of why i would continue getting into trouble. I liked touching the soft brown colored soil, so no matter how many times i would get into trouble i would just keep going outside. Since i continually played in the dirt, i would have to start washing my own clothes. I detested washing about everything and anything. Soon after i began having to wash my clothes, i stopped playing with the
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.
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.
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.
There is an old Yiddish proverb, when the heart is full, the eyes overflow. And so it is the case when we try to sum up and honor my mother’s life.
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.
When I was a young boy, there were three words that my mother said to me each morning, five days a week, nine months a year for 12 years....RISE AND SHINE, she would say. It meant we were to get up for another day of school.
I stand before you today to pay my last respects, and to say my final goodbyes, to my father Harry.
rainstorm, and was positive one was coming. The wind started to howl, so strong that it
I was about seven years old at the time, I had the mind of a child, but I felt like I knew what I was doing. I remember that one day I was really angry and unhappy for no reason. I just wanted to run away as far as I could. Then, I literally walked out of the house and I was heading outside, I had no plan, but just to disappear. It didn't took long for my mom to catch me one block away from home.
On behalf of my family, I want to thank you all for joining us here today to celebrate John’s long and amazingly fruitful life—a life of love extended, commitments kept, and faith observed.
Eulogy for Father As you all know, there were certain things Loyd liked -- dogs, and poker games, football, and airplanes -- and there were certain things he didn’t like -- carrots, political speeches, telephone solicitations (especially those made by insurance men), and long-winded eulogies. I won’t do that because for every story that I could tell today about Loyd, his friends here today could tell fifty more. I am very secure in the knowledge that Loyd lived every day of his life to the fullest and I feel that Mother and Delia Ruth are secure in that knowledge as well. And we are very grateful to you all for being here today with us to honor his life.
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
My parents made the move that so many hopeful families make in order for their children to have the opportunities they never had. Their unconditional support has gotten me through a lot and I want to repay them by showing them that their sacrifices are indisputably the greatest investment into my life. I realize why my parents never let us see them struggle and why they spoiled us with appreciation instead of commodities. Just being able to understand the privileges and rights we have in this country is something that keeps me motivated to go above and beyond just getting my degrees. I’m grateful for all the opportunities they have afforded to me.
There was a huge mud puddle at the bottom of a hill that you couldn’t jump over. Everyone ran through it very quickly, mostly because we were running downhill. As I ran past the baseball field, right in the sun whose rays didn’t feel as good now, I wanted to stop, lay in the lush grass, and fall asleep. It was so hot! But I kept chugging.
The gift of a child He took a little child and had him stand among them. Taking him in his arms, he said to them, "Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me." Mark 9:36-37 Have you hugged a child today? Jesus did.