Eulogy for my brother Wilfredo
Today, I am writing in the memory of my brother, Wilfredo, so that I may acknowledge and share both our joy in the gift that his life was to my family and me, and the pain that his passing brings. In sharing the joy and the pain together today, may I lessen the pain and remember more clearly the joy. Wilfredo was just 44 years old when he passed away on Tuesday at Cajamarca, Peru. He was born on June 16, 1963 Peru. Wilfredo spent his life in Cajamarca farming for over 30 years. He lived his life to the fullest and touched so many people during his life. I try to reach out for the right words to express my thoughts about my brother Wilfredo, I remembered the many valued and meaningful roles that Wilfredo played throughout his life. I see him as the family man. He loved his family profoundly. He was devoted husband, son, father, uncle, brother, and friend. My brother was a comfort for my mom and us. He was a very respectful
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He was a good friend to so many he could be counted on and depended on always. Whether when I need a simple advice, an empathetic ear, a shoulder to lean on, companionable silence, a listener he always was there for me and for my others siblings. Wilfredo was not cruel man and he wanted his children to understand that nothing can be gained from holding a grudge or leaving any issue that was very wrong unclear. He spoke out when it really counted, his strong principles did not allow him to let something wrong stand unchallenged. He shared his expertise with anyone who would listen, also he worked hard and consistently and he remained a student of life. My brother never stopped learning especially through his loving wife and children. He never sat back and became complacent. He led by example as he mentored his nephews and nieces and his own children in a way that anyone of them can say that he was an inspiration in his
parents names were Enrique and Angela. Angela was his mother and Enrique was his dad. His
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.
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.
It’s hard to imagine how I’m going to go a day without speaking to him, because he’d call me every single day. I know he was a very busy man, but he would never forget to take the time to call me to see how I was. It’s the little things like that I’ll never forget about him. Although William’s death was sudden and came as a shock to all of us, I know in my heart he would not want us to spend forever grieving. Rather, William wants us all to remember our favorite moments we spent with him.
Johnny grew up with the same group of friends for a long time. Through their bad situations, he would always be there and cared a great amount for them and supported them always. It was a grieving moment when he passed away at such a young age. Johnny Cade will be loved and missed forever.
what others thought of him. His life symbolized what a lot of people have gone
Hi guys, (sobbing), this is really hard to do, and I cannot believe this day has actually come. Finny was my best friend, my role model, and my everything. While he rests in peace, I want to share some words for him, wherever he may be. Finny lit up every room he walked into, won over everyone and everything he encountered. Ever since we met, a while back, we have been inseparable. We are Finny and Gene, the two immensely different best friends that have stuck together throughout the years. Finny had top notch athletic skills and could lead and win any sports contest or game, anywhere, no matter what. Once, he even broke a school swimming record just for fun! I always looked up to Finny’s leadership and athleticism
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.
Today we celebrate the life of my dear friend, Jerome. Jerome, you were my teacher, my mentor and my dear friend. You provided me your counsel and wisdom. You shared your joyous smile and laugh. You shared your zest for life and the passion for all those things that were important to you.
his dream come true and he endured many hardships and hard work to attain success. However,
Dear friends and family gathered here today, This day today is hard for us all. … Banquo, who we all loved, whether it be as a father, as a husband or like myself, as a friend. We will all have our own personal and special memories, of the mark he left in our hearts, in our lives and it is very hard for me today to be up here, hearing my own thoughts out loud, trying my best to focus on the happiest times Banquo brought us, rather than the fact that (he/she) is no longer here with us today as know it.
I know I haven’t known you for that long, but in these short 3 months one thing I’ve learned is what an amazing father you are. Even though I’m pretty sure you already know this. The love you have for your daughters is inspiring. I’m so very lucky and blessed to have met a man like you. One who understands that a father’s duty is to set a standard in which your daughters will judge all men against.
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.
Something that makes me very thankful for my father time and time again is that he has always held me to a very high standard. From a young age, he expected me to be honest, be obedient, use proper manners, and do my best regardless of the situation. It would be a lie to say that, particularly as a young child, there were not times that this expectation seemed a bit burdensome. However, what made it all worth it at the time was the result of aspiring to this standard. My dad showed me that when I stick to a set of standards and morals, most people I interact with will reciprocate the sentiment.
My grandfather was a very loving man, he loved his family more than anything he had