Today, eighteen months ago my family came to this small box of a room and went into hiding. I shouldn’t complain though, we are safe, I have my family, and the ‘box’ we live in is actually quite cozy. Although these last few months have been very long, mother and father tell us everyday that we will be able to come out and be able to breath the fresh air for the first time in a year. We all know that they are just saying that to keep our spirits up. And even though it is tough living in a confined space for eighteen months I sure have grown closer to my wonderful family. My mother is a very sweet-hearted woman, who very rarely thinks of herself. Every chance she gets she finds a ways to make us kids happy. She loves all children even when we were not in hiding she loved when we would bring our friends over to our house, or when we would see a baby on the streets she would always stop and admire its smiling soft face. Even though she is now too old to have any more children, my siblings and I know she wishes she could have had more children. She cares so much about everyone and my whole family knows that she feels awful about having to shut us up in this room for this long. Even though the room is small it has a …show more content…
Being the only boy besides my father in the family, he has a very kind heart. We often get along but we also have a hard time agreeing with each other. We sometimes have very long talks about what we think our friends are doing while we are in this room. He often Talks about football, his favorite sport. Before we came to the room, he was an excellent football player; he is a very strong boy even though he is so thin. I think my brother and I get along so well because we are closest in age out of all the children in my family. Going into hiding has brought my brother and I so much closer than we have ever been. The conversations we have at night are heart felt and emotional, he is now my best
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.
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.
She has two daughters 20 and 27 years of age. They waited eight years before starting a family due her husband being gone a lot because of his military committed. During this time my mother started to embark on her dream to go to college. She worked, went to school and took care of the family all at the same time. She is now a therapist that works with children with special needs. Having children was a great experience because she has always worked with kids. She was always there to listen to her daughters because she stayed home when her girls were younger. This was a decision she and her husband made
Eulogy for Son The Death of a Child. Not many people realize that the death of a child is NOT in accordance with God’s NORMAL scheme of things. It is not a natural. God did not mean for a child to go first. A child buries the parent.
If you were to see my brother and I bickering at each other across the dinner table, you would have thought we hated each other. But this constant sibling rivalry actually caused me to become closer to him. It seemed that all this fighting became routine for us and we kind of started enjoying it. When he left for college I started to feel lonely in the house. There was nothing to do without him around, no fights and no arguments. My days started to feel empty.
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
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.
As children, my brother and I were very close. Well, as close as a brother and sister can be. We played together all of the time, and he always tucked me into bed at night. Sometimes, when I was scared of the dark, he would take all of my stuffed animals and surround me with them. In elementary school, he was very protective of me. He always made sure that no one was ...
...; I like to believe that I've accepted my self-induced isolation from her with grace, but I must admit that I do hold the hope of bridging the gap between my mother and I. I also hold the hope of amending myself for all the times I've knowingly and purposefully hurt her. Although she is not a god, as I originally assumed, she is a good woman. She has raised me, sheltered me, and loved me for over seventeen years without asking for more than casual chores in return. I believe that the greatest compliment I could ever give my mother is to grow up to be exactly what she wants me to be. I want to make her happy. My gift to her will be my success in life, so that when she's old and gray, and she's knitting me a hideous sweater in her creaky rocking chair, she can sigh, and mumble to herself, "Wow, it was worth it."