My Grandmother Eulogy

A month ago, I laid alongside my grandmother and watched her pass on. I gave her what I thought was the final dose of morphine only to watch her fight six more hours until she finally let go. She was where she wanted to be, with my grandfather and her son. "I remember the morning after: wow, my life is different now, my soul is different, I am different.

My grandfather passed four months before my grandmothers' death. I wrote both of their eulogies. I wanted to relieve some of the stress off my father and create a tribute to my grandparents that would make them proud. The first eulogy I wrote for my grandfather seemed almost like a fact-based summary. As a writer, I felt robbed of the chance to create a tribute to someone I adored.

I dug into my grandfathers past looking for the information I needed to write his obituary. Learning details about my family history seemed wrong because it was not coming from my grandfather's mouth. He should be sitting next to me telling me these facts in person while throwing back a cold one. He was so proud of our Czechlasvakian roots.

Once more, looking for the perfect thing to say. To be honest, commendations can be incredibly dull, and for me, it was hard to keep it simple. This time I created two versions. Her Eulogy and what I've learned from her in her last months of life. It was important to me to represent my grandmother, family, and my father, but I also wanted people who came to pay their respects to perhaps learn something about her that they didn't know