Reading Eulogy

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.

The concept and belief of honor in the Columbian culture in Chronicle of a Death Foretold is one of the deciding aspects of the character's actions, motives, and beliefs. Nobody questions the actions taken to preserve ones honor because it is such an important moral trait that one must cherish. In this society a man or woman without honor is an outcast to the community and to the culture. In Chronicle of a Death Foretold two twin brothers are burdened with defending this tradition of honor. The brothers find out that their sister has lost her virginity before marriage and she claims that Santiago Nasar is to blame. To regain the honor of their sister, and their family the brothers believe it is their duty to kill Santiago Nasar. Could such

After describing Phil and his average day, Ellen Goodman writes, “In the day and a half before the funeral, the eldest brother went around the neighborhood researching his father, asking the neighbors what he was like.” This quote shows that Phil had no balance in his life between working and taking care of his kids. He never even made time to spend time with his son or tell his son about his life. After talking about Phil’s relationship with his son, Ellen Goodman writes, “His daughter lives hear her mother and they were close, but whenever she was alone with her father, in a car driving somewhere, they had nothing to say to each other”. This excerpt further shows that Phil didn’t balance his time between work and taking care of his kids. This caused such a large disconnect that he couldn’t even interact with his daughter the small amount of time they were together. The large disconnect between Phil and his kids was caused by the lack of balance in his life and by him undervaluing his

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

In 1998, Elizabeth Cohen’s father had come down with a sever case of Alzheimer’s. Her mother would call and conference with her and her sister, telling them of his rapid degeneration. The way she describes her parents’ love story was almost fairytale-like. They ate together, laughed together, and so on. Everything was perfect except for one thing; her mother hated kids. Elizabeth had, what she describes to be, a vexing and confusing childhood. Her mother kept her at bay from her father, and mother seemed to merely put up with her kids rather than take motherly care of them. Elizabeth’s dad or “Daddy” had been

Yet in the same breath, this was a disheartening testimony as to their fates. I missed them all terribly. Within myself I found that I was still yielded uncertainty if I had really traveled back to 1905 or if it was merely the power of suggestion. Despite this, I visited the graves several times bringing flowers in tow.

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

Tonight, marks the 7 month anniversary of my relationship with my boyfriend. To celebrate, I’m going to make him a romantic dinner with his favorite meal and dessert, the chocolate flan. I am going to teach you how to bake the most amazing and delicious chocolate flan you ever had, so you can bake it for your loved one, on any special occasion. It tastes really good; it just melts in your mouth. Whenever I eat it, I don’t want to put it down, I believe this is why my boyfriend loves it so much. To make this really amazing flan, you need just a few ingredients: 2 cans of sweet condensed milk, 1 can of regular milk, any other milk will change the taste of the flan (use the can from the condensed milk to measure it.), 6 egg yolks, 6 tablespoons

Morton stared intensely into his wife’s eyes. The emotion behind his gaze consisted of exasperation, anger, and confusion. Never in his ten years of marriage had his wife counteracted him. His wife stood there with a shocked expression on her face, as if she was alarmed with the fact that she back talked Morton. The silence between the two seemed to have an effect on their surroundings- as the soothing afternoon breeze came to a halt, almost as if it wanted to hear what was going to be said next. “I-I...I don’t know who else,” sputtered Morton. He let go of Larry’s hand and looked at his own with shock. Morton couldn’t believe that he was even considering disciplining his own child with physical force. “What am I thinking?” thought Morton, “I would never hurt-”

The protagonist provokes the audience to sympathize with the announcement of his mother’s death. He quickly rallies this with the disclosure of his “somewhat strained” relationship with his parents (605). Then, the protagonist goes on to address that it took him two years to learn about the circumstances surrounding his mother’s death. In any given circumstances, including “somewhat strained” relationship, it is beyond normal for anyone to take over two years to get acquainted with his/her mother’s death. Later on, the father goes on to reveal that he and the mother were ready to welcome the protagonist back despite them being “upset by his behavior” (606). This displays the one-sided effort put into their relationship. As the whole family seated themselves for the dinner, a family dinner, after a long time, this following incident ruined the charm and mood of the reunion.

I wish my parents would have taken me with them, to go take care of Grandma. Instead they decided to leave me with their elderly neighbor Rosa Parks. She's actually a really nice lady, she's just not my parents. Although even my Mama can't make sugar cookies as well as she can, there soft and buttery and delicious. She promised me when I got here earlier this morning that she was going to tell me a story from her life every night. So here I am sitting on her coach waiting as she searches for a picture of her grandfather. I'm not exactly sure why. Finally she comes back from searching through her drawers and sits next to me on the couch. “ This is a picture of my grandfather,” she told me. “ We moved to live with him in 1915 when I was

Growing up in a single parent household gave me a difficult childhood while growing up because I didn't have many of the advantages many of my other friends had. Little did I know, I had over and above. She was never really the type to show much affection, but like Robert Hayden’s father in Those Winter Days, she had a different kind of love language. Robert Hayden, describes of the amount of love his father had for him because he did not should it by affection, words, or emotion but instead by his actions, which sometimes went unrecognized. He conveys to the reader through language, imagery, and emotion.

Gerard looked around, slightly shocked. Had that much time already passed? The priest was gone and a weeping figure cloaked in black was leaving the podium from where they had spoken. It seemed that more people in the congregation had started crying. Gerard grimaced. Where had all of these people been when Frank was alive, when he needed their caring the most? In Gerard's mind Frank deserved as much love as people could provide, more than he could ever supply. Yet these people were never there in Frank's life. It seemed that people only remembered you when you were dead. Putting off your calls, your texts for advice and help, saying that you would answer

John sat at the foot of the grave, watching the sun slowly set behind the headstone as he had done ever evening for the best part of four months. Usually, he wept once the sun had set, but for now the tears did not come. He murmured into the grass, so quietly that he himself scarcely heard the sounds – the plea’s. Then the tears came, slowly at first, one or two escaping him eyes and trailing down his face. He tasted their saltiness on his lips, and wept, head in his hands.

The Walkers were friends of my parents and sometimes Mr. Walker worked with Dad on construction jobs. I remember the summer I was four our families lived in tents back in the hills, and my mother washed clothes on a washboard, because Dad and Mr. Walker were building Brown’s Logging Camp. Mrs. Walker taught me to draw trees and I still have the results, a crayon-colored mountain scene, because Mother saved it in my scrapbook, just as she saved the note Mrs. Walker wrote that thanked Mother for sharing me with her and described a picnic she and I had eaten on a blanket during one of my visits to their home in McCall. I was often invited to Mrs. Walker’s, and together we played card games, or took walks in the woods, or made cookies, or played with Lady