Eulogy For Godmother

I was sitting at my small desk in my room when I saw my dad had come home from who knows what, wearing a sad face. He came up to my room with a big red rose. Right then I knew what was going on. I never spent a lot of time with family members who I was not close with. I acknowledged their presence, but I never talked a lot to or about them. I never spent much time with them, but that's because I didn’t know that some people could have an effect on someone's life, even if they were never really known to exist. A wonderful woman who was in my life never really spent much time with me. That's because I was always away from her. She was my godmother. She passed away because of stomach cancer that I never knew she had. It made my heart feel heavy

I heard my door squeak as the person outside of the door opened it. It was my father. He came in and walked up to me at the other side of the room. He had a red rose in his hand and a memorial card along with it. He was a big man. He had very little facial hair and a round face. Very tall and very strong. As he gave me the rose, I pricked myself because of the thorns that were still on it. I looked at it and sat it on my desk. I the time I was a bit confused on what was happening. I figured someone had passed away, but I didn't think much of it. My father spoke to me in a very calm and soft voice with tears in his eyes. In between his words you could hear the hurt. He told me that my godmother had passed away. I sat there not knowing what to say, but could feel the hurt overwhelm me. I gave him a big hug, turned back to my desk, and continued doodling. This time, with not as much

As my brother, sister, dad, and I pull up to the house, I look at it with uncertainty, not knowing what to expect. It was a small blue house and had flowers planted around it. We walked up to the house with me in the lead. That didn't last long though. I was too nervous, so I stood still and turned around, waiting for my dad to get ahead of me. When I was finally behind him, I watched his big feet somewhat stomp as he walked closer to the door with my siblings behind me. He opened the door without a knock and said hello along with his name. I turned the corner to see a small old man with glasses and white hair sitting on the couch. His son was next to him. Big man, much like my father. He was older than my dad. They both looked at us and greeted us with a smile and a soft