Eulogy For Mother

Few hours of sleep, just worked a tiring shift, but my dad still gets up to go to our sports meets. My dad sacrifices so much to make sure that we are happy. My dad never misses our sports and will go with no sleep so he can come. My dad works countless hours to buy us the extra things. My dad always goes above and beyond for us and shows us that you need to work hard for your family. That is why my dad is my Michigan hero.

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.

I interviewed my grandmother. Her name is Sandra Sue Wardlaw. But I call her Mamaw. Mamaw was born in Dayton Ohio on July 25, 1938. She still lives in Dayton, but Brooklynn Dayton. Mamaws parents names are Roy and Ruth Strader. Roy is her dad and Ruth is her mom. Mamaw also has three sisters and one brother. Their names are Marcia, Cheryl, Lynn, and Jerry Strader. By now all of her sisters have married last names. Mamaw has lived all over Dayton Ohio. She attended Jefferson Township School System when she was in school. Mamaw is short and has grey hair. Sometimes she dies her hair blonde. She needs glasses to read and is very sassy.

I love you with all my heart. I am so blessed to have you as my mom, partner-in-crime, and best friend. A quote that reminds me of the impact you have made on my life and me is “When you’re a child she walks before you to set an example. When you’re a teenager she walks behind you to be there if you should need her. When you’re an adult she walks beside you so that as two friends you can enjoy life together.” Throughout my childhood and now I have always been attached at your hip. I can remember dressing like you, acting like you, trying to be everything that you were, and I still try to do that today. You and I have been inseparable ever since I could walk. We would always play with Barbie’s and put barrettes in your hair. Every day we are together we create lasting memories, laugh until we cry, and smile from ear to ear. Our friendship is a special bond that will last forever. Through laughter, WORRY, smiles and tears

Year 1861. My dad just left for the war I am really worried about him. What if he does not come home i would hate to barry my dad. It would kill me. And cents I'm the only child who would carry on his name? But life back home is really hard. It's a lot mot work for the family at the farm. Dad is part of the confederate side. We believe that slaves are bad. I mean just because of our skin color we should not make them work for us. We should all be seen as one because in the inside we are all the same.

I know I may not always tell you enough how much I truly am in love with you and how how much I appreciate everything you do for me babe and I'm sorry. I never want a moment to go by where you wonder how I feel about you or question how much I appreciate your love. I can still remember everything from that first night we met. I never had any idea going into that night I would meet the girl of my dreams, but by the end when I could talk to you for 3 hours straight and never be at a loss of words I knew right then we had something special. Ever since that night I have been head over heels for you babe and 3 months later my love for you is stronger than ever before. Seeing your smile truly makes me the happiest man ever, I will never ever be tired

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.

Ultimately, I chose to give up. Most days I find myself envious of the girls with good mothers. You know, the moms who take their daughters shopping or out for lunch and spa days. The ones who they can gossip and joke around with because, they are more than just their moms. More than anything there are still days where I wish I had that, or even ever had that. I wish I had those memories, that constant support, or just that unconditional best friend that, despite whatever happens, is genetically programmed to always love you.

comes home comes home at 5:00 each day and doesn’t have time for the kids. Mom says to Dad “honey, I’ve worked hard all day so lets go out to eat.” So, if Mom works hard all day every day, then she will want to go out to eat more often. Thus putting them deeper in debt with cost of food and gas. Mom and Dad realize they are running out of money and so Dad starts working a full time job at the local car dealership, and the kids are sent of to day care. So, this proves my point that if a mother is working a full time job, she is unintentionally or intentionally splitting the family up and making her husband a househusband, and the kids don’t get the love care of their mother that the so dearly need. I’m thankful that my mom didn’t have to work,

My mom was the tenth child of Horace and Martha Jackson. Many don't know that she was one of the teachers at the Polar Hill School. I don't know much about those days (Mom wasn't much of a talker). Although she didn't talk much her actions were outstanding.

Moms can be their own toughest critics. They want to be the perfect mother to their children while keeping an immaculate home, working full-time or part-time and taking care of everyone else in the family. It's almost impossible to be a supermom for any length of time without a breakdown.

I am by no means a writer, but I can't help but orate my thought about you. I can thank you for the two most confusing years of my life, most confusing 104 weeks of my life, and most confusing 730 days of my life. I can thank you for my sanity. I can thank you for those sleepless night lying awake wondering when everything's going to be okay again. There isn't a time I don't tear up thinking about it. There isn't a time where it's not in the back of my mind. There isn't a time where I don't imagine the things that y’all done to tear my family apart. I just don't understand women that know a man is married and will still commit such an atrocious act. I don't understand women that know a man has a family and will still partake in such a harrowing act.

I believe that one time my grandma told me a story. It was about her growing up as a kid. She did not have any sisters or any girls living anywhere near her cause she lived on a farm. What she did have was 3 brothers. Since she lived with boys growing up she did a lot of boy things. An example is for fun instead of playing with dolls she climbed trees with her brothers. I have been researching for about two weeks and know I am here to tell you about what I have doing. Honestly was very hard as a researcher, I didn’t get anything done on the computers instead I did a lot of interviews. I want to tell you when you’re stuck do not give up in 30 minutes. Just ask your teacher for a little advice or some help with researching. I believe that family is very important because all of them will love you and care for you.

I wake up to the sound of banging on my door. I groan and throw a pillow over my head but its no use. I throw the sheets off my bed and trudge to my door. I open it to find my mother way too excited this early. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but why are you here this early mother?" I rub my eyes and stifled a yawn as she pushes her way into my flat, "Did you forget Lawrence? You promised me an early brunch before your father and I leave back to the States since you know, you and Daisy decided to stay here for a while." My mother doesn't bother to hide the bitterness at the end of her sentence. She's not happy that Daisy and i decided to stay here a little longer. Daisy just fell in love with France when she got here and I couldn't deny her the opportunity to live here for

My grandfather was a very loving man. He loved his family more than anything in the whole wide world. I remember always spending the night at his house when I was younger. Like, everybody, we’ve had our ups and downs but in the end, he was basically a second father figure to me. Everything was ok until we got the one dreaded call. I remember it like it was yesterday.