A Great Eulogy : My Experience To My Grandfather

When I was younger, I could always remember when my Grandpa would tease me and take my blanket from me. I remember always laughing when he did, and saying something like “ hey that’s not nice give that back” in a joking way. When he took my blanket from me he would always say stuff like “ oh no who has your blanket, where did it go” and I would respond and say something like “ hey I can see it it’s right behind your back” and then giggle. Another thing he would do would be too grab me and not let me go until I said “uncle” and while he was holding me he would tickle me, and I was very ticklish when I was younger. The most common joke he would play

A phenomenal, strong, and intelligent woman. I introduce myself in such ways because I am a daddyless daughter, however being a daddy-less daughter does not define who I am. It does not take away the hard work, and achievements I have encountered in my 20 years of living.

If there's anyone who could brighten up a room full of people arguing over which part of the turkey they want, disagreeing over politics, sharing the latest family gossip, it's definitely him. It's Thanksgiving and as I enter my grandparent’s house, I see him conversing with my aunt who's resemblance is uncanny, as he sips his glass of white wine and instantly looks up at me. It’s my grandfather, Gelo.

With sadness, honor and anger I make the long-overdue announcement of my Grandfather's Passing, August of 2017. I won't call this a Eulogy. He specifically requested that none be presented. He more specifically demanded that rather than go on about the business of his demise, I am to go on about the business of living successfully, happily and fully myself and being who I am. He was so amazing, wonderful, brilliant, generous of both asset and spirit, kind, non-judgmental, accepting, motivating & compassionate in so many ways and for so many. He loved my grandmother and I in the deepest, most loyal of ways. He has been my idol, my mentor, my project partner, my example, my friend, and most recently, the last living member of my natural family.

this is both a eulogy for the demise of his grandmother and a celebration of the struggles she went through. I feel that he wants the reader to understand the significance of his grandmother. For example, the time he watched his grandmother pray. The writer shows that being a part of something is very important. The writer shows that although there may be tragedy in the end he could be happy about what his grandmother and people stood

Tonight, marks the 7 month anniversary of my relationship with my boyfriend. To celebrate, I’m going to make him a romantic dinner with his favorite meal and dessert, the chocolate flan. I am going to teach you how to bake the most amazing and delicious chocolate flan you ever had, so you can bake it for your loved one, on any special occasion. It tastes really good; it just melts in your mouth. Whenever I eat it, I don’t want to put it down, I believe this is why my boyfriend loves it so much. To make this really amazing flan, you need just a few ingredients: 2 cans of sweet condensed milk, 1 can of regular milk, any other milk will change the taste of the flan (use the can from the condensed milk to measure it.), 6 egg yolks, 6 tablespoons

If I was given the opportunity to sit down and have a discussion with any one person, living or deceased, I would speak with my loving husband, Todd Stevens. On May 24, 2006 my husband of twelve years and the father to our six beautiful children was killed by a drunk driver while driving home from work that evening. I would talk to Todd first about our children and how proud he would be of all of them. Noah would be the first child I mentioned, as he was the baby and only six days old when Todd was killed. I would tell him how sweet Noah is and what a kind, loving soul he has. Also, that he is placed in the gifted and talented classes at school. I would talk next about Nathan and how he is so independent and wants to be older then he really. About our daughter Emily and how she made the honors list at college and just finished her first year there. I would tell him about Joshua and that he’s in his first year as an electrical apprentice an about Daniel and how he works as a conductor at Norfolk Southern just like him. I would tell him about Michael and that he is in apprenticeship program as well for plumber and pipefitters and about how hard he works.

I failed to mention certain details in the beginning of my story that I would like to share with you. During my teenage years and before my grandmother had passed, I had experienced true love with an extraordinarily handsome man named Gary, so I was familiar with how it felt, and also knew that I didn’t have that feeling in either of my marriages. Unfortunately, Gary and I went our separate ways, but we have always remained close friends even after I moved away, married, moved back, and married again. He, himself had his own life agenda going on, he married and divorced, and during that time, out of respect for our spouses we kept our communications limited.

Good afternoon. First of all, on behalf of our whole family, I would like to thank you all for coming to attend my daughter's memorial service. I also would like to extend our deepest thanks for the tremendous help and assistance, love and support we've recieved from everyone. Words cannot describe the sorrow and loss that I am feeling, but I'll try.

The summer going into 8th, it was both a joyful and unhappy summer. Unfortunately, my grandpa died in at the very end of my 7th grade year, only a few days before school got out. My grandma and grandpa lived in a large house in Spring Lake only a few blocks away from the beach, and when my grandpa passed it was just my grandma living there by herself. Coincidentally, my neighbors who lived right behind us were selling their house and moving to South Carolina. We talked to my neighbors before anyone else looked at the house because we knew that the situation could not be more perfect. Our neighbors were friendly but we were never really that close to them because they were older and quiet, but we knew that the house would be a perfect spot for my grandma to live so we can help her out. Our family knew that our grandma needed out help and she did not want to live alone, this move was great for everyone. It was settled and in about a month my grandma would be my new neighbor.

I'm really tired of your sister and you saying what I do for Isaiah and Sophia. I'm their dad and I'm supposed to support them with my all. If you don't realize that I supported you two for over 14 years that's sad. If you don't realize that I moved everyone from living off Stateline Rd you need to grow up understand the value of money. I spent close to 3k to help your mom fight your dad in court so you can stay at our house and not be forced to go to his house. That was a waste money spent since your gone for an month anyways at his house anyways.

“Owen wake up it is your first day of Kindergarten!” I spoke. I watched as he stared at me with his big brown eyes and watched as he pulled the blanket over his head. I begged him a few more times. I even tried to pry the blanket from his tight death grip, but it did not budge. After a substantial time of persuading and threats of calling my father he trudged out of bed. I achieved dressing him for school, feeding him breakfast, and exiting the house. I accomplished part one, but now I had the issue of taking him into the classroom.

The moment I felt most helpless was watching my dad suffering from a chest pain, barely able to catch his breath, my mom was being sick for a month, and I couldn't take them to the doctor since we had no money. That moment the dream that I've had nourished since I was little urged more than ever: the dream of opening a clinic for poor people and I'm a doctor. I'm aware of the time and effort I will have to put in studying so that one day I will able to wear that white coat and take care of people who suffer from their illnesses. However, I feel discourage sometimes when I think about that I wouldn't be able to take care of or at least pay a rent for my parents in the next eight years; my dad will be seventy and my mom will be sixty- five at

Life is a hard concept to understand because it can be there one minute, and gone the next. I have experienced the death of some very important people in my life, my grandfather being one of them. At the beginning of this year my great grandfather died, and after his death I realized that I took his life for granted. From this horrible experience, I have learned to appreciate the time I have with the people I love, and I have learned to show people my love rather than have people assume my love for them.

When we were together we were invincible, us against the world. I’d look up to him, not only because he was 6’4, but because he was my grandpa. I have clear memories of him picking me up from school, playing old school reggae music during our adventurous car rides. We’d always sing along to our favorites, sometimes turn the music up so loud the people in the cars next to us could hear it. When I would visit his apartment, the familiar smell of drywall and pennies would fill the air. It was my hideaway, my home away from home. My grandpa collected pennies in water jugs. He would say that one day they’d be worth more than just pennies. I loved it there, not only because he had a freezer filled with many flavors of ice cream to which he would often say to me “you can have all you can eat” but because it was our time to bond. For five years it was my mom, my dad, and my grandpa helping me to grow. Those are my favorite people, my role models. Being around my grandpa brought me such comfort and joy.