I Want To Give A Eulogy

To entertain and inspire my audience by honoring my father’s life and the impact he had on my life.

I had never given much thought into how I would die. There’s something about being young that causes us to believe we’re invincible. It’s not like dying young is uncommon, it’s just that there’s something extra despairing about a life ending before it had really begun. Over the past 18 years, I’ve never thought twice about my mortality. I mean, it wasn’t anything special to me. I knew that I would eventually die, but eventuallies aren’t always as far as you think. Here I am, only 18 years old, my cold body

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.

Connie felt not worthy of her mother, she felt she was less than her sister, yet she knew she was better than her sister June. Connie’s mother spoke about June so positive and so negatively about Connie, still, Connie knew she was prettier and better than June. Connie needed the reassurance even if it was from herself. “She was locked inside it the way she was locked inside this house.” Additionally, Connie feels locked inside herself, she is locked in her comfort zone, where it was fun and games. Connie soon realizing that this Friend guy is no fun but scary games. She wanted to stay at home where that other guy treated her, where she knew she was better than June, where her mother and father could help her. Now, there was no help no light in the day time, all she saw was darkness and evil in Friend’s eyes.

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

Ruth sat quietly as a tear trickled down her cheek, Carl her 20 year old son, held her hand firmly as minister continued reading eulogy. It was cool, crisp day as family and friends had gathered to lay Donald to rest…..

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

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.

Alvira! You are one of the craziest people I have ever met (hint hint the photo). You are so kind and deal with my 6:30am wake ups and my sharp midnight bedtimes. You make fun of my crazy happiness as we enter any big city, and my love for long bus rides. You want to be anarchaeologist (like Indian Indiana Jones AND Jackie Chan). And with your love of old rock bands I know you'll go far. I loved spending with month with you and if you are ever in the east cost give me a call! - your bathroom buddie for life, Megan

Growing up I was always closer to my dad; he's taught me so much about life, me, and how to handle things. My dad always understood me better than my mom ever even tried. My dad taught me I need to stand up for myself, but also to be there when someone needs me. He helped me stand up for myself, showed me what respect looks like; also, he taught me loyalty and respect are the two most important things. Along with all of that, he was there for me when no one else was.

My symbol that represents everything I want to be; is my grandmother Lena Knox. Who is the beginning of the Knox bloodline, and she is also a very strong willed determined individual. The three key points that I will touch on that makes her my symbol, are her adventurous courageous and powerful states of mind.

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.

Hi.Patrick.Hope all is well with you.I am responding to some of your comments and hostility towards your father when he emailed you several months ago.

I want to tell him that I love him and I care. But I can’t. He doesn’t want me to. It would make everything worse. I have this sick belief that love is a fallacy, because most of the time for me, it is. And I just can’t stop feeling this disgusting feeling. It’s not really a yearning but it’s like- I want him to know that he isn’t useless and hopeless and trash but I can’t tell him that because he won’t care and he’ll think I’m just doing it because I want to bang him or something. Even in just a platonic way, I want him to be happy and I don’t want him to be hurt- but I can’t stop him from hurting himself and it’s useless and hopeless and without a solution because we are both really messed up and that’s just the way that he releases negative

I want to start off by saying thank you to everyone that has helped me get this far. I wouldn't be where I am without those people. Specifically, I want to thank my mom, David, and my brother. They had faith in me all along and gave me a lot of support. They have been a huge part of my recovery. I also want to thank my best friend Caitlen for always sticking by me. I also want to thank my VR counselors. First, it was Jay, and now it's Debbie. I want to thank them for making it possible for me to be here. And most importantly, I want to thank CTN for helping me get to where I am today. They always saw the potential in me and never gave up on me.