Eulogy For Grandpa

Family: Gabriel is 12 year old Hispanic male who lives in Fords NJ with DCP&P resource parent Mr. Ronny Chirichello and two foster siblings. Gabriel has been in Mr. Chirichello home for the past 19 months. Gabriel has adjusted well to Mr. Chirichello home. Mr. Chirichello holds Gabriel accountable for his acting out behaviors in school and give him appropriate consequences (i.e. taking away his cell phone, no TV, games system or outside time, etc). Gabriel responds well to Mr. Chirichello directives and house rules. Gabriel continues to have ongoing difficulties with emotional boundaries with his bio-mom. Gabriel and his sister does not have the best sibling relationship. Gabriel mention to Mr. Chirichello that before his brother passed away he and his sister was close but sine their brother’s death they do not get along.

When I look back at my childhood I cannot picture it without you. You have helped shaped who I am today and for that I thank you. When I think of you i think about all the love that you have to give. I am so lucky to have you in my life and I will always cherish the memories that I have with you.

Thank you for reading my post and responding as well. Yes a new practice is being implemented in the place that I work. We just had a new Nurse Manager, and she has implemented a 15 minute huddle which every day before the start of any shift. All nursing staff is expected to attend including the respiratory therapists. Being discussed are the areas that we are falling short, especially on documentation. I have noticed a drastic change since the initiation of this practice.

The first footsteps we've ever taken are the ones that have imprinted the inside of our mothers' stomachs. Mothers don't just give birth to us, they give us a life to live. Now, some might say mothers are supposed to give birth; it's a natural process that is their duty. It's physically straining to have a child, but it takes a true warrior to raise a child. It is often forgotten how much they continuously provide for us and how many sacrifices they make. My mother has been my inspiration, not because of her title as my mother but because she is the prime example of a what I call a hero.

Hello Eric. I am reaching out to you today because I spoke with Anissa's father a few weeks ago, and his words are lingering with me. First and foremost, I want start off by saying that I have nothing against you as an individual, but I do have something against the way my daughter and grandson are being treated. It is not about me liking or disliking you because Anissa is going do what Anissa wants to do regardless of how I may feel, she's grown but being her mother and to see my story playing out for her too, I don't appreciate it. You left my daughter pregnant and alone for nine whole months. She worked from beginning to end, she didn't have to work because my husband and I were already working three jobs to make sure for her and Gabriel's arrival, all she had to do was

Father, I intercede, according to your will, on the behalf of Elijah. That he will come into the understanding of your ways and how to walk in faith through all aspects of his life.

Hello, everyone can I have your attention please, thank you for coming for my great grandmother and grandfather's memorial. They would off been so happy seeing all of their children, grandchildren, all of the family from both sides. So, this feels like a gloomy room. If they would have seen the color of this room they would have hated it. They would’ve run to the walls and covered it up with some fresh paint. There's a time in our lives that we come back to ourselves and get serious about the events happening around us. So this memorial is one for us to take in consideration of what we are doing because all of our pasts have something in common, like for example, we were all born in Mexico and we all loved spending time with our people, our “rasa”. They wouldn't want us to be sad for them they would've wanted us to be happy and cheerful that they are no longer around to scold or yell at us for doing something.

I extend to you my deepest sympathy on the death of your son, Specialist Patrick E.

To my beautiful wife Hallie Baxter, you have saved my life by giving me purpose and perspective. When I think back about the time I was sitting at that bus stop bench in japan, and you messaged me that day. I didn’t know what to say at first, but as time passed and our love grew our wedding day finally came. I knew when I looked into your eyes that day I found the other half of my heart. Never in my life have I gazed upon someone so kind, strong, beautiful or smart. You have stuck beside me through thick and thin. Without you I would have never laid eyes on our beautiful daughters face. I don’t know where I would have ended up without you. But I know I am grateful to be with you every sec of every day. What I’m trying to say is that you taught

After opening the presents, one of Walter’s friends, Bobo, comes to the apartment to talk to Walter. When he comes in, Walter is confused that Willy is not with him. He asks Bobo where he was and Bobo tells him that he’s gone. Still confused Walter continues to question Bobo. Bobo tells Walter that Willy took off with all the money. Ruth, Mama, and Beneatha are in the room and find out that Walter used the rest of the insurance money to invest into his liquor store. He gave Willy his three thousand five hundred dollars and Beneatha’s three thousand dollars that she was going to use for her education. Walter is on his hands and knees and Mama disappointingly walked over to him and asked him if all the money was gone and he said yes. Then Mama started hitting him uncontrollably and Beneatha had to step in to stop Mama. Mama looks up and asks for strength.

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.

The scent of fresh pine and baked turkey dominates over all senses, surging into the crisp air of the kitchen. Presents are stacked to the brim of the Christmas tree, while a toy train intermittently passes by. Effervescent ornaments sparkle with the memories of past years. Rooms are full with aunts, uncles, distant cousins, all of who push their troubles aside to celebrate this day once a year: Christmas . It is chaos, but the good kind.

Gustavo Gutierrez Jr MDCA 1305 Eulogy for grandma We all came here today to celebrate the life of an amazing woman. My grandmother, Emma, was the best. She had a favorite quote, “Be happy they’ve passed, they’re no longer in pain, they’re not hungry, they’re not cold or hot. Be happy they’ve moved on to something better than this.”

Good morning, thank you to everyone who is here today to pay tribute to my uncle Jimbo. Jimmy Feeney What did you call him? Dad? Brother? Uncle Bo? Jim? Jimbo, Wild Bill? Something else? He was called so many things by so many people. I was lucky enough to be his niece and he was Uncle Bo to me and my many cousins.

The crunch of frozen grass could be heard a mile away at five o’clock in the morning. My grandpa and I whispered conversation as we strolled over to our favorite deer blind. We cautiously marched over sticks trying hard not to make any sounds. We eventually made it without spooking any deer and set our guns down, waiting for sunrise. These are the times I enjoy the most with my grandpa. It is a chance to sit back and enjoy life with one of my favorite people on this planet. Time goes slower in these moments. It gives us a chance to share conversation about anything. We swap stories from the past and I always seem to learn something new from my grandpa. Whether it be from advice he gives me or from an experience long ago, I’m always listening. Although our experiences may be different we still love to enjoy the same hobbies together, whether it’s woodworking, hunting, or time out on the lake; sharing life with my grandpa is priceless.