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Today was such a hard day, because I have to see my mother married my father’s brother only a month after he died. It is very depressive having to go through this, I don’t hate them though, of course they are my family but I don’t agree with them. They could have wait, they could stayed alone or marry somebody else but that was disrespect toward my father who was always carrying and loving. I am really upset with my uncle for killing my father he was an amazing man, his own wife and brother dishonored him with such thing they have
Eulogy for Son First, I would like to say thank you for the tremendous outpouring of love and affection from our community at last night’s viewing for John. Roger at the funeral home told us this was the largest turnout he could remember. Close to 1,000 friends—and many people who were merely touched by John’s story—waited up to four hours in the rain to pay their respects. We want you to know how very grateful and very touched we were by the response.
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.
On behalf of myself, my mom and my brother, I want to thank everyone for being here....On the one hand, I was dreading today. I don't want to cry anymore. I don't want to yearn to hug my dad one last time, long to see his smiling face or hear his cheerful voice. On the other hand, I wanted today to come so that I could be around all of the people who love my dad so that I might feel his presence through sharing memories of him,....sharing tears....and maybe even sharing some laughter.
Sitting in the lobby of the hotel, I felt the cold breeze escape the sliding glass doors and touch my bare shoulders, triggering goose bumps to appear all over my body. As my family and I waited for the cab to arrive, I caught my eyes drifting down to my dress. I had worn it a few months before to a basketball banquet. I liked the way the small crystals all clustered towards the bottom of the dress sparkled against the black fabric. They reminded me of stars twinkling in the night sky. The sparkles on the dress might be disapproved attire at a funeral, but to me, it was symbolic of my grandfather. As I watch the cab pull in, my family and I head out the sliding into the frigid London air. I open the cab door and take a seat by the window.
Dolgellau. I turn my head once again to the graveyard. This to me is a
In the process of reading chapter two, I immediately thought back two years ago. I had the worst Stressor. I've had in my only 16 years of living. My great grandmother, who I lived with along with my mother, my whole life. She passed from stomach cancer. September 14 2013, I remember getting out of the shower with a smile on my face, and my grandmother casually walking in and said "Granny died at 2:34 this morning. I'm going to Chicago and I'll come back the day before the funeral. " My family works in the funeral industry but we do not own a funeral home and we have never buried such a close family member of ours. With my Step father and my mother losing their minds, and my little sister not knowing how to process this and my aunt just down right disappearing, I had to handle this. I was 14 at the time and I was calling on older friends to take me to the bank, finishing arrangements, picking clothes, doing the memorial video and the catering because none of my family offered to cook. I was panicking and literally running from place to place because I was trying to get things done. I was eating more and sleeping less, and from
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.
Celery sticks served as slugger bats; olives substituted for baseballs to be smashed across the kitchen. Cousins Sonny and Guido were pitcher and catcher, and my sister Dorrie was a combination of infield and outfield. I came up to bat for the first time just as Gramps called for us to come into the living room.
Hey, I wanted to tell you I finally got to meet your son. I also got to see how much Gio struggles not just financially but also physically. Something that I’m sure you don’t know what it is since you didn't change your life not one bit to benefit your son life. I am aware of what you so call "truth" how you try to contact gio to see your son. Sure once in a while that you send her messages but actions speak louder than words. I myself would have do the same, if the father of my son was using me as a punching bag. Just because you & Gio didn't work out doesn't take away the fact you brought a baby into this world. By no means is it the baby's fault yet because that’s who really is suffering. Your mother very well had the guts to show up empty handed to gio house.
Ben was a boy who quickly grew into a man because of the situation life gave him. He made many mistakes, but he always acknowledged, made up, grew, and learned from them. He valued honesty, integrity, knowledge, understanding of others, and most importantly, doing good for others not because you he had to, but because you wanted to. He strongly believed in passing those values on to others through actions more than words. His most endearing qualities were his lust for truth and knowledge and to educate others about it, the need to always be a good person, and to help others out at the sacrifice of his time even though he never saw it as a sacrifice. He always wanted to make the world a better place, but those ambitions also made
Today I will be writing about my father, and the many things he has taught me, both about myself, and life. Through my sixteen years on this earth, I have learned that parents are an extremely valuable source of life lessons, and advice. There are three things my dad has told me that have stayed with me to this day. The first being that women are crazy. Secondly that lying is the worst thing you can do to people. Last he taught me that you can achieve anything you set your mind to.
I believe in jesus christ, how he died for me on the cross, how he gave his life for me and my family and friends, how he's coming back to take me to heaven with him so I can see all of my family and friends that he has took on the live with him..
I learned at a young age that you don’t always get what you want. For a long time, I wanted a father. I wanted a father to be there to watch me grow and to be proud of me. My father was never there to see my accomplishments. He didn’t see me learn how to ride a bike or play my first volleyball game. He doesn’t understand how much my faith means to me or who my closest friends are. He’s never made the time to show me the love I deserve. The least my father could do is call on my birthday and that’s already too much to ask for. The person who helped create me can’t even remember what day I was born on. When my mother divorced him, I still wanted a father. I just wanted a man to treat me like one of his own. When my mother decided to get remarried,
So I hurried and got ready and my mom drove me to school and little sister step she tried talking to me on the way there but I honestly can't think of anything but right now I'm starting to think I'm in love I've really never felt love before other than this so I was not sure when my mom drop this off at the front door of the school we all got out of the car and a half my sister's then me and my mom got back in the car to take me to the high school which was just on the other side of the right she just didn't like me while heading across the red so she dropped me when I got to the school I saw my leave you a very happy and we're standing by all the popular girl. When she saw me and ran up to me to tell me that she made the varsity team I told her I knew
Dealing with the grief of a loved one is not an easy task. Only time can heal the pain of someone you’re used to be around is suddenly gone. When my uncle passed it was the first experience with death in which I was old enough to understand. Nobody really close to my family had passed away before, so I was unprepared with the pain and sadness that came with it. I also thought about it but I never really thought of something like this happening to me. I wish I had spent more time with my uncle, but I never thought about it because I never thought he would passing away so quickly. This is always why it is good for every day to show your family how much you love and appreciate them because you never know when their last day on earth is.