Hey Mom, I want to talk to you about something that I have harbored in my heart for about five years now because of some choices that were made all so long ago. I always wanted to talk to you about my feelings on what you did to me. Do you remember the day, September 3, 2012? It was a Labor Day weekend that my father had visitations with me and John (my oldest brother, your son) and it was also the day that my love was crushed for you. Do you realize the impact that had on me? Did you ever thought about how the way you had treated me may have scarred me and that I might not be able to trust you again? In this letter, I hope that I can make you understand the importance of love that is needed for a child to grow up in the world. …show more content…
“If mother love is missing….it can lead to depression, anxiety, bullying, poor achievement in school, violence, drug and alcohol addictions and illness.” Quoted by Dr. John W. Travis in Foster’s article. I must say I was lucky that I didn’t ended up these problems that was quoted by Travis, that’s because taking those pieces of love that I still had I brought them to my step-mother who showed true love to me. “Husband and wife have a solemn responsibility to love and care for each other and for their children….” (The Family Proclamation) Christine, my step-mom became the mother I had needed in my life. She didn’t need to take up the mantle that you had dropped, but she did. She taught me so much that I would have missed, things that you had forgotten to tell me about. In the article, Parent-child Relationship Problems Nola Mokeyane quoted John Peterson, Psy.D., a family psychologist who said “…that many parent-child relationships break down because of the power struggles that revolve around respect…. while many parents are fixated on the idea that their child automatically show respect to authority figures, some parents have not learned to treat their children with the same desired respect….” There was no respect in our home mom. You never gave me respect and in return I never gave you respect, but with Christine, with Christine she gave me respect. She respected my choices and decisions while I respected her choices and decisions. We may have not agreed completely on some issues, but we were able to work through them. “Love brings bliss to both types of relationships, but only if tempered by respect. Love adds joy and provides the emotional bonds that help carry the relationship through hard times.”
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.
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.
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.
On behalf of my family, I want to thank you all for joining us here today to celebrate John’s long and amazingly fruitful life—a life of love extended, commitments kept, and faith observed.
To my family, relatives and friends who knew Joseph, may the grace and peace of Almighty God the Father, His Son Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit be with you all.
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.
My father died a week ago today. He had a profound impact on the life I live today and on the person I became. The relationship between a son and a father can often be quite complicated. Not so, for me. I was blessed to have a rather simple, yet powerful and loving, relationship with my dad. And because I believe that at Fast Company we have created a community of friends, not mere readers with little connection to our magazine, I want to share the eulogy I delivered at his funeral on Saturday.
I thought that we were good friends, yet the minute I turn my back you leave me for Henry. Do you even feel regretful? You left me, and didn’t even say ’Goodbye’. It hurt me when I came to your hotel, and the owner told me you had left the other night and never came back. I know that he will only cause trouble for you, and you can’t say I didn’t warn you.
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.
Dad was my rock. He was always there or just a phone call away. He was the funniest man I knew, he could make you smile just by him walking into the room. But with all his fun did come a serious side of him. He was a stern and disciplined man, but he could never resist the opportunity to have a little fun here and there.