I kneel in front of the grave marker, both knees on the ground, then I lower my head enough so that I show my submission and willingness to receive any judgment that my God, Virtue, may see fit to visit upon me. Then I touch my palms together and close my eyes, so that God's dearest daughter, Grace, would not be seen by these unworthy eyes, should my prayers be answered. In this position, I solemnly pray for the souls of both my parents to have found peace in the after-life. Many times I have been told that my father was an honorable man and surely he was welcomed in the heavens with open arms and the few faint memories I have of him confirm this. Likewise, my mother was always said to have been such a kind person that it would have been unthinkable …show more content…
Have you finally decided what is it that you're going to do? Are you going to sit down and help me with these documents? I also don't really mind if you decide to finally take responsibility for the family's castle in the countryside. I still don't see why you would be so resistant to marrying the Gracies' girl. You've been such good friends for such a long while now... Really, she's also an adult now, so I suppose if you really don't want to marry her then you probably ought to stop seeing her so often. It's not a very good look for a young unmarried man and woman to see each other so often, you might actually end up hurting her marriage prospects in the long run, you …show more content…
I know you have the utmost admiration for your father, I understand, I really do. He really was among the strongest knights of this kingdom, and that's saying something. You know that as things are now, most of the strongest knights are orcs, so it really was impressive for him to be so respected. Now, if you think that martial prowess was what made your father, than you couldn't be more wrong. Even if he did die fighting a dragon, it doesn't that he spent his whole life fighting. If you intend to honor your father's legacy, then I couldn't think of a better way to do it other than to take a wife and protect the family's castle along with the surrounding region.” I could easily see it in his eyes, even as he spoke these words he knew full well that there was no way they would convince me. After all, he is quite wrong in thinking that it is all about my father, even though he is a good part of it. “Uncle, I'm quite sure you know that this is far from just being about honoring my father's legacy. It is about understanding him, but not just him. It is about understanding my place in the world, in the kingdom. I just don't think I'm really ready to settle down and act as the steward and protector that my father was. Please, if you really value this family as much as you seem to and worries about the well-being of those that live under us, then let me go so that I can learn and mature in this journey, not just as a man, but as a noble as well.” He lowered his head, slowly
One of my earliest memories of Grandpa begins with us driving to the Monmouth Park Racetrack. We sure did love to go to the track and root for Julie Krone or one of our other favorite jockeys. He loved challenges, and he especially loved the challenge of picking the ponies. He would read the race programs in the Asbury Park Press and usually pre-pick most of the day's favorite horses before ever leaving the house. Still, on arrival, we always bought the program and maybe a race sheet or two before entering the track grandstand. After picking up a couple of seats right around the finish line or maybe a little past it, back to figuring he'd go. As he went, grandpa would always point out the horses that had won recently or looked like they were due. "I have a feeling about this one" he'd say.
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.
Once upon a time, a 18 year old named Juan was going to work in his father’s vegetable market. Juan always goes to help out his father no matter what. Him and his dad moved to Jerusalem from a village in Jordan. His mother had passed away from a wound infection. His father didn’t have enough money for medicine, so that’s why she died. They moved so they wouldn’t struggle anymore, and so they can live a different life. Juan is a very helpful, nice, intelligent, and had a very prodigious heart . Everyone in Juan’s village liked him, but his bullies, John and Josh, just hated him. They always bullied Juan on a daily basis just because they were jealous of how Juan was loved by everyone. While Juan was helping out his dad, Juan and Josh went to his dad’s store and Josh started to say that he and Juan’s girlfriend Emily were in love and that Emily didn’t love Juan anymore. He was just ignoring them because he knew that it wasn’t true, so he continued on working.
Eulogy for Son William was a very special person. His good qualities are endless. Since he was just a child, I always remember William sticking up for the family. When his sister, Lisa, was a baby, William would sit outside her room with a mask and cape on, ready to rescue her in case she started crying. And, if William’s father or I were making too much noise, he was always quick to fly downstairs and tell us to keep quiet so as not to disturb his little sister.
This speech is about the choices being made and have been made by those in the play Henry V by William Shakespeare. From the men who stay at home and hide like cowards, to those who stand with pride fighting for their country, this speech is speaks out about how “… the choices we make dictate the life we lead” (Renaissance Man 1:29:56). In the speech King Henry claims that honour is something worth coveting, and those who covet gold before one’s own honour are not people worth having as brothers in battle. Those who do value material wealth over personal honour are given gold and allowed to flee form the upcoming battle. Henry then goes on to say that it is good that there is less people who fight for England in the upcoming battle, because “The fewer the men, the greater share of honour” (Shakespeare 4.3.24). Continuing this speech Henry talks about the how prideful those who survive this battle can be when they safely make it back home, they can boast about their battle scars and
I stand before you today to pay my last respects, and to say my final goodbyes, to my father Harry.
I'd like to thank you all for the outpouring of support and condolences on the loss of my beautiful son Adam. My entire family appreciates it. This is my eulogy to Adam:
Eulogy for Son First, I would like to say thank you for the tremendous outpouring of love and affection from our community at last night’s viewing for John. Roger at the funeral home told us this was the largest turnout he could remember. Close to 1,000 friends—and many people who were merely touched by John’s story—waited up to four hours in the rain to pay their respects. We want you to know how very grateful and very touched we were by the response.
Good morning. Joe and I thank you all for coming to celebrate our son Mark's life.
I have felt the pain of the loss of a Sister; have felt the pain of the death of my Mother, and felt the death of my Father. I know how it feels. I experienced it. It is painful, looking at those old kind folks who bore you; who took care of you; went through all kinds of sacrifices and pains just to look after you for years and years, until one day the child stood on one’s own two feet, and then … there they are, the parents, helpless and lifeless in front of you.
Throughout this story the father of the two sons remained a giving and loving father with a strong spirit of forgiveness. When the younger son asks for his inheritance, which at that time was his right to do, it was as if he were saying he wante...
Today, the most difficult day in my family’s life, we gather to say farewell to our son, brother, fiancé and friend. To those of you here and elsewhere who know Dylan you already are aware of the type of person he was and these words you will hear are already in your memory. To those who were not as fortunate, these words will give you a sense of the type of man he was and as an ideal for which we should strive. My son has been often described as a gentle soul. He was pure of heart and had great sensitivity for the world around him. He had a way with people that made them feel comfortable around him and infected others to gravitate toward him. Dylan exuded kindness and pulled generosity and altruism out from everyone he touched. He was everyone's best friend.
Throughout my life my mom has always been selfless and generous- especially when it came to her children and grandchildren… ever putting her self last! SHE WAS MY EVERYTHING… Unlike my sister, I was the one that gave my parents their grey hair… It took me longer than most to mature, and the truth is- that’s putting it mildly. Yet through all the ups and downs, and all the times I would end up disappointing her expectations of me, one thing NEVER
The father, a poor farmer without a farm, holds the common value in literature of honor before reason, which has been the demise of many characters that have come before and after him. The farmer asks the king for a piece of land and the king gives it to him for nothing. When the farmer finds a mortar of pure gold on this new land he wants to give it to the king out of gratitude for receiving his land. A mortar without
Before I begin I would like to thank all of you here on behalf of my mother, my brother and myself, for your efforts large and small to be here today, to help us mark my fathers passing.