Going into 2018 without my father......................
This is the final thoughts I have on my father after his death. I want to thank everyone for the support over the past month and share with you my final thoughts on this man. Read after the funeral to those in attendance.
Today we come together to celebrate the life of a man who gave all he could the best way he could. He was my father. For his life I want to honor him and thank him.
I have so much to be grateful for in my life today because this man gave me a vision for success and a spirit contained in a legacy that always goes forward.
There was a difference in this man from other men because he did not accept average. Nor did he back down to what the average man backed down to. He
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• He was there when my best friend died in road march next to me and I kept going
• He was there when I survived my son’s heart surgery while holding onto a prayer
• He was there when something inside of me told me I could do it
• He was there when we were stranded in sub-zero temperatures in the North Dakota tundra
• He was there when the well blew out and we lived another day
• He was there when I decided to love again
• He was there every time I got back up
• He was there when the impossible was done
• He was there when warm tears touched my cheek
• He was there when I became a man
• I feel his smile come over me when someone tells me it can’t be done because he showed me the impossible is
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I have the honor of seeing what only my mother and I saw him overcome shortly after the war at home.
Coming home left him another war for recognition and compassion from a people that denied him the right to grieve. Vietnam was in my opinion our worst war because we punished our veterans twice. First in combat and then again when they came home.
A war fought against and for a country he loved
He was denied dignity, a clean conscience, denied mercy, denied peace,
Years ago I had forgotten many amazing things about my father and I ask apologies and forgiveness as to honor your father is a biblical law. To not honor your father is a terrible sin that at times I committed. Most sons make that mistake yet in my heart I think my father was the type of son who never made that mistake with his father. He expressed his love.
Only through our humility and unity and never forgetting this man can we honor him.
I too over this past week have felt the loss of a solider
My father by birth
And my brother in service and love of country
Most of us are unaware of the sacrifices he made for us because we only see life through our eyes and circumstances presented to us.
A SOLDIER KNOWS THIS THAT LIFE CHANGES IN A MOMENT
Dad knew that more than
On behalf of my entire family, I want to thank all of you for your compassion and for being present here today. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Mauri-Lynne, and I'm Lionel's daughter. Dad was devoted to every one of you. We all hope that you'll share your memories of him with us, if not today then in the weeks and months to come.
I’m glad we have Maurice, my mother’s younger brother here today. Ella, her older sister, unfortunately couldn’t make it, but I know the news of my mothers death hit her hard. And I know that she prayed with all her will, for my mother.
When my father died, I was too young to participate in a meaningful way, so at some level this is my eulogy for him, too.
The standard military family understands the fact that their veteran will be not only deployed, but put in some of the most dangerous situations in history. However, in the midst of the danger a stronger bond and sense of survival builds inside each member of the family. When a family is dealing with having to accept that a member of their family will die for their protection, a new understanding of life is gained and accepted. In my life, I have had to say goodbye to my father, and have him absent from my life for over three years. Three whole years in which communication was limited and assurance of safety was not a thing. During these times I was faced with all the negatives of the military life, and personally felt that the military was
At eight years old, I realized the danger my dad was facing shortly after he was first deployed. I was terrified for my father, crying myself to sleep for months and only slept on his side of the bed the entire deployment. Although, I’m older and have experienced three deployments with my family, the subject of deployment is still very sensitive. Deployment is a vulnerable period in the family and the soldier, there were times where I knew nothing of my father, and we’d constantly checked the lists of soldiers killed in
“I didn’t know how much I loved him until he was gone” (pg. 13), really resonated with me and the loss of my brother. Only having one sibling and losing him was so hard. I never realized how much he meant to me until he was not here anymore. Being my only sibling, we were close. Even though he was nine years older than me, we still where all each other had. We went through a lot together and he was always there for me when I needed him. I have faith that one day I will see him again, and I know he is watching over me and my children until that day
It showcases the kind of character that deserves our respect. Not only for their military service, but also for the many contributions to society afterward.
I can’t begin to express how hard it is for me to stand here before you and give my last respects to my loving mother - name here. From the biography that was handed out you can recall that during the her early years in the united states she studied and worked in New York where she met and married my dad, the love of her life. They spent the rest of their days loyal and in love with one another. Unfortunately, one day my father passed away with cancer at a young age. My dad was the one who suffered the most, but my mom suffered right along with him. She felt powerless, and for my mom- powerlessness turned in to guilt and grief, a painful distress she lived with on a daily basis for the next six years. When he died part of her died! Life for her was never the same again. I was not able to completely understand her loss- until now…
My father has been a great influence in my life. The reason why my dad has influenced me is because he was able to raise me. My dad raised my two brothers and me by himself because my mother passed away. The day when my mother passed away was hardest time for us all. My brother and I were in waiting room with a friend of my Dad’s. My Dad came out of my mother’s room with worried face. My Dad told us that mother was not feeling well, so we
I remember when I was little, seeing my cousin work nonstop to make a living. To be able to bring something to the table for my brothers and me. To be able to buy the pair of shoes I longed for. To be able to buy us snacks when we were hungry. To be able to live the life that many kids our age did. To be able buy us medicine when hurt. To be able to put a smile on our faces. He did all this, despite the difficult life we had. Despite all the criticism he got from people for raising three kids. Despite hearing them say, “you are better off without them and why not just give them back to their parents?” Despite not having to enjoy his own life as long as my brothers and me were happy. But in spite of everything, he was able to endure it. He showed people that he could do it. That their opinions did not matter to him. That he was stronger than they think he was. Life might have been hard for him, but he never lost hope.
Each of you here had your own relationship with my Dad, each of you has your own set of memories and your own word picture that describes this man. I don’t presume to know the man that you knew. But I hope that, in this eulogy that I offer, you will recognise some part of the man that we all knew, the man that is no longer amongst us, the man who will never be gone until all of us here have passed.
Growing up in a military family, I have always had a large amount of pride in my country and the desire to serve in the armed forces. My maternal grandfather served in the Navy as a corpsman making nearly all of the beach landings in the pacific during WWII. This showed me how much he cared for those Marines who fought alongside him and the courage it took to be there on the battlefield. My paternal grandfather served in the Army infantry during WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. During the Korean War, his platoon was taken prisoner. After several hours of capture he led the escape and safely returned to Allied lines. Several months later, he was shot in the head by a sniper and left for dead. Collected with other casualties on a dock he was still able to move his arm where he grabbed the medic by the throat and did not let go until they carried him away to mend his wounds. The love for his country and his never die mentality has always stuck with me and inspired me through my many troublesome times throughout my...
He taught me many thing, but most importantly he taught me how to be compassionate, how to love and how to care. He as inspired me to achieve my goals, and now that he has passed that is exactly want I’m going to do.
Standing before you today to farewell our son William is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Words cannot describe the sorrow and loss that I am feeling, but I will try. William was a wonderful, sweet boy. Even as a baby, he had a calm temperament and as he grew into a little boy, always took things in his stride. I remember his first day at school – I think I was more nervous than he was.
He was put into the hospital, and he was in need of blood. A stranger donated blood for him. Thanks to that stranger, he was able to live for a few more days. Those days were the most meaningful days of my life.