Jessica Gilm A Self-Eulogy For Myself

Today, we have gathered to say our last goodbyes and pay our respects to a one of a kind woman, named Tessie Hutchinson. Tessie died from such a dreadful accident that none of us should be proud of. I know she would have want us all to end the Lottery and be affectionate to one another like she treated you guys. She has inspired all of us to make this town a better place for everybody and treat people with respect and kindness. We all should be grateful that Tessie rubbed off all of her incredible traits on us to make us better people inside and out. In her lifetime she has created legacies beyond her own capability. Nobody could ever replace the kind hearted women, who cared and put a smile on every single soul in this town. Tessie Hutchinson, caring about everybody in this town, was

Life normally doesn’t go the way you plan when you’re young. When I was little, I figured that when I was at the age of graduation I would be totally prepared to go off my own. As I sit and think about the topic of how my life is going, several thoughts pour into my mind. First, I think of how lucky I am. The past two years could’ve changed my life because of bad health. Through weeks and months of hospitals stays and hours spent in the doctor’s office and in the emergency room, I’ve come out lucky and I have almost returned to good health. Second, I think of those friends who I thought would be there for my whole life that are no longer a part of my life. I also look to the people who I never thought would be there by my side and realize

The first 10 years of my life were relatively nonchalant but had interesting aspects in its own right. I lived with my half-brother (from my father's side), my sister, and parents. When I was young we moved into a pleasant community in a city called Coconut Creek. During my first few years of elementary school, my Mom and teachers noticed that there was something a little "off" about me. My

I realized I alone was responsible for how I lived my life and I alone can change it. I began expressing myself more, getting involved in my community, and seizing leadership opportunities.

I was also shy and often insecure because I did not believe in myself. I was looking for the approvals of others, because I did not believe that what I was, was good enough. Like Youth I did not want to be judged, I just wanted to be accepted for who I was. The paradox here came from the fact that my family was always supporting me and I was the one that did not want to open up, I was the one creating my own fears, when everything around me was more than beautiful. When I became a teenager, exactly like Youth, I wanted to escape and go to a better place. I was wishing that somewhere far way would be much more interesting and I would find what I was looking for. Now, couple of years later, I am far way, in a foreign land, and my wishes have became reality. Now, when I have all that I want, I realize that everything has its price. I am here, I am achieving my goals, but something is missing. It feels unrealistic to search for something that you have already had before. I guess, I needed to travel so far away to start loving myself. And when I did, I found that that indeed my family was the most important for me. I had to travel all over the world to realize that I love my country, my family, my friends so much and it only feels real when I am back home, because only love is real. I do not regret for anything, because everyone learns his or her lessons. I know that I am here for a reason and I respect this country I am in right now. I am here because I experiencing my journey, and now I love myself, I do not feel insecure, I listen to every advice from my family, and I appreciate it with all my heart. I am very thankful, and I pray that all my family and beloved people will be safe and sound. From now one, I just want to continue my journey with a lot of courage and a lot of love in my heart. Because I learned that the most important thing in life is to follow your

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’m just a girl from a small town called Dale, South Carolina. I grew up here most of my life but I’ve been back and forth to North Carolina. I currently live in Burton, South Carolina now still with my parents and other three siblings. As a child, I was troubled. I grew up as a preacher’s kid it runs in the family. I hardly missed a Sunday of church but that still didn’t stop me from acting up in school. I knew better then to act the way I did but I always had to prove myself to somebody. I was always named a bully because of my size even before somebody took the time to get to know me I guess that’s the life I chose. I live with both my mom and dad, plus my 3 siblings. I have 4 siblings total but I only see my other sister on my dad’s side

In the center of millions of homes in America, you will find a television. Since 1962, television has educated, cultivated, inspired, and intrigued people all over the world. Making this great device was far more complicated than what we know today.

Ava Elizabeth McGregor was named after Ava Gardner. Mother, Diane; adopted from Queens, New York adored the actress/singer so much, she had to name her first and only girl… Ava. The middle name is very special, being named after her great Grandmother. Her family is from Scotland, and moved her shortly after Ellis Island. The last name McGregor was actually changed from ‘MacGregor’. While traveling to America they needed to change something to it, in order to live here. Ava is a twin to Liam Bradford, whose middle name was also after their great Grandfather. They were born in Long Branch, New Jersey, while growing up in Fair Haven, then moving to Middletown. She has an older brother Austen James who goes to school at out in California at Dominican University,

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

Four years ago, I ambled over to our shared table after the seventh grade health teacher dispassionately declared our names and gestured towards the third table in the center row of his classroom. Neither of us could have imagined that action would excite a companionship defining what I consider to be the most transformative era of my life, and a time which likely holds a similar potency for you. I did not know you, but I knew of you and had spent the semester admiring your sweaters adorned with witty phrases and images from afar, and I know you would say the same about my colorful mismatched socks. We were both rather shy, but you kept pushing for a bond despite my taciturn demeanor and asocial tendencies— for that I am eternally grateful.

We are all here for the gathering of Magda A. Cortinas. I know most of us are hurt and saddened of her passing, but we all know that she wouldn’t want for us to be saddened or worried about her because she’s is in a better place with comfort and peace.

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

     I have had many challenges to overcome thusfar. I’ve had problems with family members, with girls, with friends, but most significantly, problems with myself. I have made the wrong decisions and I have had trouble realizing what is important to me. I now