As I mentioned in my previous reflection I had originally wanted to give a eulogy as my ceremonial speech. After a lot of thought I decided against it and instead decided to give a speech on something more achievable, a maid of honor speech. This seemed as if it wouldn’t be that hard to write because I can base it off of an actual person, my best friend Ashley. Giving this type of ceremonial speech would allow me to incorporate what I wanted to in the eulogy, but in an easier and more effective way. By giving a maid of honor speech I could be humorous, serious and emotional throughout different parts. It kind of all came together because my best friend is engaged and I might have to one day give this speech at a wedding. Thinking of things
It was third grade, and I got the opportunity of a lifetime. I was going to get my very own short story published! I would be the author, the illustrator, and my own idol. I can recall how it all happened very vividly.
The term of one’s death is rarely spoken about, especially at a young age. Therefore, when I was presented with the idea behind this assignment I was immediately held back. Those individuals in my family who have unfortunately passed away have been cremated and consequently no funerals have been held, so I was not aware of what a funeral eulogy truly was. I began researching on how to write one and why they were used, I quickly then noticed the importance and the reality of why family members take pride in commemorating those individuals who are meaningful to them. Pondering on the onset of my funeral I came to the conclusion that I specifically would desire that my younger sister would speak; she is the closest and most important individual
Much obliged to all of you for coming to help us observe Michael's life and share our sadness at his passing.
Finalizing, death is the word we all live to avoid, and we forget to actually live. According to Piven, the fear of death plays a critical role in our emotions (2004). We fear the idea of the unknown when in reality stepping into its thought it could ignite positivity within ourselves. Writing my own personal funeral eulogy for this assignment was a bit difficult at first, but with an open mind regarding such topic I was able to connect with myself in a unique and new way. None of us are completely certain of the possibilities presented when our lives some to end, but being aware of the fact and writing your own eulogy like this assignment enhanced us to presents you with new insights of how you are living life now. As an inspirational quote
Where the bereaved person has also been a carer, close family member or friend of the person whose death was the end result of a prolonged illness or condition, it is possible that relief is felt. In that situation, the bereaved person should be encouraged to express the relief that the person is no longer experiencing pain and discomfort, and for themselves that they have also found a release from an emotionally painful and difficult situation. The bereaved person may also experience anger that they have been abandoned by the dead person; it is to be acknowledged that such anger is a normal grief reaction. It is also possible that the bereaved person will feel guilt that they will receive a financial gain by the loss of their loved one. It
I am honored to have this opportunity to congratulate my brother Brett and his beautiful wife Jessica on this charming afternoon, in front of our newly extended family and friends. As many of you know, Brett and I are only 11 months apart, so we have not been away from each other for more than a year. Today, I am passing the role of being his best friend to his wife, and my new sister in law. I pray that you can embrace his true character, understand his personality, and that he will continue to teach you valuable lessons. Brett, don’t worry I won’t tell all of your embarrassing stories, or how you have teased me every day of my life, but I will highlight some of my favorite moments with you. The reasons I remind myself every morning how
-Nadia follows me everywhere I go. It has become a list of accomplishments and attributes that people associate me with and that I associate with myself. I make sure to work hard so when people hear my name they think I am a trustworthy friend, a dedicated student, and at times a reserved person.
“Jingle, jingle.” To the sound of Santa’s sleigh bells in the distance, I awoke. I looked out the window and saw Santa Clause soaring across the country sky. My heart leaped and I ran downstairs right away. The cookies and milk I had left for Santa were eaten and there were so many presents on the floor around the tree. Then, I heard the door of my brother’s room squeak open and he, still half asleep, walked down the stairs and came and hugged me. As we were looking at the presents we both saw one with our names written on it. Together, we tore open the wrapping paper to find a small stuffed bear. We read the note we found inside stating that this was his first toy he had ever made and he wanted us, two ordinary boys to have it. After that
The crowd look for a funny speech in the best man speech, crack the jokes on bride too and give a gap and crack the joke on the groom. This way of presenting the speech will give the people more laughter and you are unequivocally successful. Include every silly and dumbest thing you have ever done together, they are memorable. Keep no stone unturned in making your speech effective. Explain how he transformed after meeting the life partner and what he did for her. These incidents give the people and bride the love he is having about
Thanks for the reply. There is no need to apologize. Having a life outside of social media is healthy. It sounds as if you still travel as often as possible. I suppose doing so while young can create a great desire to explore at least parts of the world. We had a slight advantage while we lived in Germany. My mother was born and raised there so, an entire half of our extended family live there. Germany was and still is a beautiful country. I remember learning a number of traditional mannerisms that have stayed with me.
Recently, an extraordinary person offered me the perfect muse to energize my stagnant existence, and therefore, its paramount I have a chat with my mother, Whitney West. Immediately upon arriving at Whispering Breeze, her country estate, I’m escorted out to the veranda by François, her butler and since my mother sat alone, she requested I join her for lunch. While we enjoyed the repast, Lady Joséphine and Sir Bonaparte, my mother’s, two Doberman pincers, entertained us with an aggressive game of tug of war with a frayed piece of rope and within moments the rope snapped in half. At that point, Sir Bonaparte quickly ran off with his piece of the rope and a furious Lady Joséphine chased after him, demanding he relinquish it.
The Speech I Wish I Gave at Your Wedding The speech I wish I gave at your wedding, It would have been full of bliss, Topped with tick-tock time capsules, And glimmerings of child-like wonder; Whispers of late-night gossiping, Of giggles, cherubs, and secrecy between sisters; Stories of boys, girls, tree houses, And twisted roads brim with broken window glass, Even a lack or chivalry from our dad. We’d share in the delights and sweet innocence Of teacup ceremonies with dolls in dark closets.
Through the research part of the process I learned how pervasive technology has become. It is scary enough how much we depend on it but to see how even things that seem to be set in stone like death is being altered by our own creations was really mind-blowing. Things like this you never realize although it is happening right now, to all of us. The research part altered my own perspective in ways I never had expected it to. A once conservative uploader of personal ideas and events in fear of them being shared with everyone with access to social media outlets, I am, selfishly enough, considering posting regularly to leave a presence for the generations to come. Another thing that I learned was how we wrongfully attempt to blame technology
We innocent people do not know how to live, at a prison; we do not know how good freedom is. The prisoners want our life, because freedom is the best thing you can get. We hear something about the life behind the bars in Bridget Keehans short story “Sorry for the Loss”.
Two days before the wedding, we met again. My role was clear. As their minister, their oracle, their soothsayer, I had to hammer the ceremony plan home that night. No one was leaving the room until the order of the day was complete, the vows were decided upon and the readings chosen. It worked. We selected several stanzas from The Ivy Crown by William Carlos Williams and a reading from the Book of Psalms. The music had been chosen by their friend Ann, a professional opera singer who would perform on the day. We planned the order of the ceremony and I helped them decide on their vows, honest and forthright. I left that night feeling useful. We were all a