Eulogy For Grandfather

It was an early Christmas morning, I could smell the sugar cookie smell making its way through my house. I could only think of one person that could make this happen, my Abuelita. “Grandma” I shout from my room as she was in the kitchen. I wanted cookies so bad before opening our presents. But we wait for my dad to come from his house before opening presents.

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.

My grandmother resided with one of my aunts for the last 15 years of her life. As her health started to fail her, she became more and more dependent. My grandmother was always a very independent woman and the rock of our

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.

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.

It was nice to get to know Russ both personally and spiritually. He is an exemplary student of our Lord, living by His sword. His love for God and following of Jesus Christ was truly evident in his preaching. It was clear that he is guided by the Holy Spirit. Russ's prayers were heartfelt and sincere. There is no question that he was truly called by God to spread His word and do His work, both in our church and throughout the community. He is committed to using himself as a catapult, spreading the word of God far and wide. As he listened to the Joys and Concerns of the church, he repeated them to the congregation and added them to his prayers, which everyone appreciated.

It was a not-so-typical elementary school day when Richard Price came in our class to talk to our 3rd grade class about his plumbing and heating business. Sitting in the chair that is usually meant for our teacher, sat a man with work boots, dark jeans, and a bright yellow t-shirt. With excitement for our visitor of the day, we looked at him with wide eyes, interested in the protocol of owning your own business. Despite the fact that we were third graders, and couldn't understand a wide range of the vocabulary being used, we were still in awe listening to him speak to us about the makings of Midwest Plumbing and Heating. After questions were answered, and the speaking was done, I was proud to show off to my class that Richard Price was my dad.

Hello my name is charles monroe sheldon and I was born on february 26,1857, at wellsville, new york. My father was a minister,and because of it my family and I moved frequently until, in 1869,where we stayed in a frontier tract and lived in a log cabin in the Dakota territory for several years.I went to school at phillips academy, brown university, and andover theological seminary, I completed my theological degree in 1886. then I became a pastor in a congregational church at waterbury, vermont, but I only stayed two years since I desired a new church that I could help direct from the beginning. A visitor from kansas introduced me to his granddaughter Mary Abby Merriam, and encouraged me to come to topeka. The central congregational church

It was 6:25 AM and I was beginning to wake up. I was on my top bunk of our bunk bed and I said to myself I feel like doing something to get me in trouble. I crawled out of my sheets trying not to hit my head on the ceiling fan. I jumped off the stairs of the bunk bed onto the old wooden floor. On impact I heard my sister say i’m hungry from her little princess bed. My sister Izzy and I walked in to the kitten for a meal. She got a tortilla, cold hotdog, and a dill pickle. I went for a peanut and butter jelly sandwich. After breakfast, I went outside to feed the 4 dogs we had. But be for I did I got my sandals. I opened the back door leading to the fresh morning air. I hoped down from the cement stairs onto the cold moist grass. With every step

As a child I was not raised in a “church-going family” but I was always interested in why people followed the Lord and gave their lives to him. When I was around 8 years old I asked a family friend if she would take me when she went the next Sunday, and she said yes. But, for an 8 year old, sitting in a big room with some strange man trying to be funny and using words that I didn’t understand wasn’t very fun. I kept going even though I didn’t enjoy it and I would draw and try to find ways to make the hour and a half pass. Without my knowledge there was a whole other thing going on upstairs, children’s ministry. That’s something I was interested in. So, the next Sunday I made my way upstairs and found where I was supposed to be and it shocked me that I wasn’t the only one who drew at church! There was an entire table designated to coloring pages and more crayons than I could have ever used. After coloring on countless coloring pages we went to “worship time.” It was so fun! We got

White, the color of snow, the house he lives in, the white sky, all remind me of my grandpa. He always drives all the way from Toronto to Buffalo just to pick me up instead of sending one of my aunts. He welcomes me with a warm and loving smile. At his house he always gives up his bed for me and would alway asks me what I want. He takes me and my sister everywhere we want and gives us everything we want, even if we don’t deserve it. I remember when he took me out for lunch and he would keep asking me if I wanted anything else and would insist to get me something. One of the things that I love about him are his songs. Whenever we were in trouble or he had a problem he would never get mad. He would always deal with them with

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.

Mom went over first, thanking God that my father had the forethought to create an emergency fund we could use to buy last minute tickets. Dad and I didn’t plan to go until Saturday, when the news of grandma passing pushing us to go and support mom. In truth, I felt almost indifferent to my grandma’s death; which might seem shallow, but I never knew got the opportunity to know her. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease before I was born, and when she first met me, she was in a stage with sudden mood swings. My mother tells me that she went from calmly talking to my Aunt to angrily grabbing my baby carrier from my mom and trying to walk out the front door while mom and Aunt Mary tried desperately to calm her down. I never knew my grandmother when she would be able to remember my name and not mistake

Losing my grandmother was one of the worst things that have happened to me. When she died, I knew my life had changed. I watched her take her last breath in the hospital and it was very heartbreaking. She was like my second mom because she was always with me. I didn’t think it would come so soon. Dealing with her death was one of the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do. It was very hard because it was my second experience of losing someone very close to me around the same time of the year. I had to learn how to cope with losing her. I let all my emotions out, I didn’t listen to what anyone was saying, and I had to remember to take care of myself. Losing my grandmother changed me because she did everything for me. I had to grow up and be more responsible. I had to learn how