Eulogy for Friend 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. Though our hearts are filled with much sadness on this day, our message is not one of despair, but one of hope, love, and celebration. Anyone who had the good fortune of spending time with
everybody lives a comfortable, safe life here. Unfortunately, there isn’t much excitement in this town, and unless one stays busy with a hobby, job, or other activity, it can be downright boring. My friend, Bob was much different than anyone I knew in Wayland. I’d have to say some of my friends from Wayland would probably think Bob is a hick because of his rural background, but he’s smarter than just about all of them. I met...
A Forgotten Friend Ah, I remember how she used to be with me all the time. A day did not go by without me going over to play. I remember how we used to play for hours and hours. We played whatever came to mind; it didn’t matter as long as we were together. We were happy. Sometimes she would come over and she would be sad. The time spent together then would have a sorrowful cast. Sometimes she would feel obligated to come over and play with me. Those times were not fun because she was
Eulogy for Friend My name is Rick. I live in Carmel, California, a place also known as paradise. I work at the US Naval Postgraduate School, as chairman of one of the largest operations research departments in the country. I completed my PhD degree in OR here at Georgia Tech, in 1975. John White (then new to Tech, now Chancellor of the University of Arkansas) gave me the kernel of an idea and, more importantly, he administered the one stiff kick in the rump that I needed to start my dissertation
Eulogy for Friend Three days ago I was working on a lecture dealing with a prominent figure on the French literary scene who happens to be a Sephardic Jew. He pictures the Jew as essentially a wounded man, one racked by his Jewishness. The world for him is a desert, and God is enwrapped in silence. For him the keynote is exile, the stuff of his writing a kind of brave despair. The news of Hays's death broke into my thoughts on this, and it occurred to me that his philosophy of life could be
Eulogy for Friend Richie, Richie, Richie… I met Rich at freshman orientation at Lynchburg College in August, 1975. My freshman orientation packet said that I was to meet with my group at my assigned table in the dining hall. After getting my dinner, I found the right table and sat down across from another freshman. There was no one else at the table. I think it was fate. After what seemed like a couple of minutes, a conversation started. We talked about our hometowns. He told me that his
Eulogy for Friend The last time I saw my friend Kevin, was at his wedding in 1997. He was always a late bloomer, (Kevin had been the last of my friends to date), and we were all delighted to see him married for the first time at 44. After years of delay and false starts, his marriage to Diana gave us all the sense that he was finally on his way. I remember the first time I saw him, entering my second grade class, gangly even then, all arms and legs and elbows akimbo. Years later, those elbows
Eulogy for Friend 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. I know you would want me to share my Jerome story with everyone. It is the story of a teacher and student, a mentor and a friend. In 1984, Jerome’s first year at Duke, I was a first
Death of a Friend Last summer, a fifteen year old boy was enjoying the bright summer day with three of his friends. It was the 8th of July, and it started out as an ordinary day. The sky was as blue as can be, and the birds and trees made the beautiful surroundings complete. The four boys were hanging out in the Creek behind the tennis courts. They were "boys being boys" exploring the local stream and its adventures that were waiting to be unraveled. The boys were hanging out at
Eulogy for Friend I'd like to say a few words of tribute to this special man, from me and on behalf of other close friends of his. When he heard the news of Alan's death, a mutual friend and colleague noted poignantly that Alan was a man that was non-judgmental. Alan accepted people largely for what they were and for who they were. Alan was a man without prejudice. His many friendships crossed the barriers of social position and educational background. And his spirit, his generosity
but also the lives of my friends, family and the people I love and care for. This event happened in the middle of my freshman year at high school. I was young and innocent and had no idea that my outlook on life would change that day. It was a Tuesday and the morning classes had gone on as they would everyday. I was in the band and I knew every body there and they all liked me and respected me I heard the news of my friend’s death while a bunch of other friends and I where sitting in the
A Lost Friend In a shimmer of green and silver, the dragonfly hovers a moment beside Pam’s head, almost indiscernible from the darkness but for the orange light from the campfire reflecting on its iridescent wings. The dragonfly disappears from view behind the campfire, and I hear a faint popping noise. A moment later, the Pam I know is no longer. In place of the smiling, laughing, charismatic girl with perfect posture, I see a stranger. She has folded into herself, nuzzling her nose between
of friendships. This report will attempt to define each type of friendship as well as identify the role of friendship in a society. Aristotle considers friendship to be a necessity to live. He claims that no individual would chose to live without friends even if the individual had all of the other good things in life. He also describes friendship as a virtue and as just. Given the above statements on friendship, it is safe to say that Aristotle felt that friendship is something that every human must
An entire generation grew up watching what could possibly be known as the most aired show in television history; Friends. Since the year of my birth, 1994, the audience has applauded this show and watched the first episode in joy, and shed tears of sadness during the last episode of its 10th season. The show not only gave the entertainment we demanded, but also alluded to as some of the most important cultural issues during the 1990s. However, does it really define who we are culturally or what social
There are far fewer people who posess great character. A reputation is built in just moments, and reflects what you do in front of people. Character, on the other hand, is built over years, and is reflected in what is unseen by others. Of all of my friends, one exemplifies great character more than any of the others. His name is Chris. Chris stands a little over 6 feet tall with thick, dirty blonde hair. His piercing blue eyes change color in the sunlight. He is very light complected, with a small
I grew up a lonely child. Best friends had no significance to me, moving around left me with no time to grow attached to someone. Very rarely I would have the courage to call someone a best friend. Even when I finally had someone to call a best friend, the moving trucks would reappear starting the dreadful process with a beginning. Reaching my fifth grade year I shuddered believing the same thing would happen, but this time I grew unexpectedly attached to someone. To describe this person would
Personal Narrative- Meaningful Walk With a Friend It was a warm summer evening. The sun had already set and its brilliance still lingered in the sky, it seemed, much longer than usual. It was a wonderful night for a walk with my friend and our dogs. I waited for him at the usual spot, midway between our houses—the corner of Annesely and Bernwood. He was always at least five minutes late, but he always showed up. Brad emerged over the small hill on Bernwood. His back was towards the sunset, so
happily anticipate. I?fm glad because I am very old and feeble. I am ninety-five years old and it is time, death has crept in on me. I have never welcomed an unannounced stranger especially at night. This was our first encounter, yet I knew he was a friend. I was just getting ready for bed when it happened. Now, I have to remind you that I did not know that it was time to die. I just lay down and that was the last time I would ever hear my children?fs voice, or see the sun rise or set. But you see I
Friends was an iconic sitcom from the ‘90s about six friends living in New York City. The show was ten seasons long through which it delved into the personal lives of Chandler Bing, Phoebe Buffay, Joey Tribbiani, Rachel Green, Monica Geller, and Ross Geller. It was popular when it aired in the ‘90s and early 2000s and is even more popular now with a “weekly audience of 16 million in the U.S.”(Sternbergh). Even though it is a beloved show it still has its faults; one of which being how it ended. Throughout
Technology is a Friend of Humankind Technology is important in our world today. Terry Tempest William’s “The Clan of One-breasted Women” is about women having breast cancer because of bomb testing from 1952- 1961 in Utah. In this case technology has a negative effect on the human race. On the other hand, “The Technology of Medicine” by Lewis Thomas is about money and the technology of medicine. There are three different levels of technology in medicine according to Thomas and they are “nontechnology