Family Eulogy In My Family

However, one character in my life was never ordinary; in fact, he was the exact definition of extraordinary. My “papaw” became my favorite playmate, my other half, and my best friend. We were commonly referred to as "two peas in a pod" and " each other's pride and joy." I loved my grandpa in the deepest, most sincere way a young child could. As I grew older, my grandpa assumed the role of my confidant and supporter. When my grandmother would scold me or when my sister and I would argue, I knew that I could retreat into the loving arms of my grandfather. The only thing that he ever did to upset me was when he said, "When I go, I'll miss everyone, but I'll miss you the most, Bug." Little did I know, I would soon long to hear these

Family: Gabriel is 12 year old Hispanic male who lives in Fords NJ with DCP&P resource parent Mr. Ronny Chirichello and two foster siblings. Gabriel has been in Mr. Chirichello home for the past 19 months. Gabriel has adjusted well to Mr. Chirichello home. Mr. Chirichello holds Gabriel accountable for his acting out behaviors in school and give him appropriate consequences (i.e. taking away his cell phone, no TV, games system or outside time, etc). Gabriel responds well to Mr. Chirichello directives and house rules. Gabriel continues to have ongoing difficulties with emotional boundaries with his bio-mom. Gabriel and his sister does not have the best sibling relationship. Gabriel mention to Mr. Chirichello that before his brother passed away he and his sister was close but sine their brother’s death they do not get along.

My grandfather, J. King Burk, is a man of very few words, but if you get to know him you will come to find that he has been through a lot in his lifetime. My brother and I have a connection with him that most grandchildren don’t have with their grandparents because he was with us when our parents separated. He understands how difficult it is to be raised by one parent, he helped raise my brother and I, and I go to him when I’m making important decisions.

In the whole entire span of my short life, just a mere 13 years, I have just barely begun to grasp the true meaning of family. However, just recently, my grandfather, age 89, has been hospitalized and is currently on the verge of death. I have not been very close to him, but on the day I received the news, I felt like in an instant, the whole world was against me. That moment sparked a moment of realization in me.

“Son of a _____!,” a catchphrase that everyone could associate him with. Although his famous saying wouldn’t be considered “family-friendly,” I remember my grandpa as the sweetest man in existence. Similar to the concept of glue, he kept our family together. When it came to family dramas, Grandpa always played peacemaker. With family holding a huge importance in his life, Grandpa frequently hosted parties at his house, and he made it a priority for our family to attend. Whether the occasions be a boxing match, a birthday celebration or simply a three-day weekend, he wanted everyone together. Even after death, Grandpa managed to bring his family together for the weekend of his funeral, which gave me the opportunity to experience unforgettable

Benjamin Tucker is a 39 year-old hardworking, family oriented man and I am proud to call him my father. Everything he does is to provide for his family. That is one goal my dad will not give up on. Growing up, I have watched my father start a business, remodel homes, and build all kinds of things, all while working a full time job. My dad is a caring and understanding kind of person. If something was wrong, I know that I could go to him about anything I needed help with and he would give me the best answer that he could. It may take a little bit of Googling, but he always seemed to know exactly what to do. Benjamin Tucker is a hardworking provider, a crafty businessman, and a adventurous, loving father.

As a child, most of my most poignant childhood memories are from watching how my grandfather cared for his family. Standing in my grandparents’ kitchen watching my grandfather make faces while my Grandmother cooked breakfast; is one of the earliest memories

The sunset awaits outside the window and winter dawns upon me as I sit in my kitchen on a high stool, setting up my laptop. A pot of flowers sits outside the patio door, bowing their heads due to the cold.I am thankful I am not outside, for the kitchen is peaceful, illuminated with soft light and warm. A pan sits on the stove, and the coffee pot huffs steam. Once I get everything set up, my mom comes to join me on the high barstools. Genuinely, I see my mom as old some days but her best features: wisdom, kindness, and love, show through her wrinkles.Physically, I see my mom as the shorter type, not fat but not skinny but healthy, and tan with brown hair that has blonde highlights in it. Today, I’m interviewing my mom, Paula Krock, because she

Kelli are you serious about blacks not knowing statistics.  Educate yourself?  Are you serious just because someone posted statistics makes them true?  So I guess because of the quoted statistics it is OK that ".58% of blacks are killed by cops and 97% of blacks are killed by other blacks"? So tell me how you know what blacks know? Who have you asked that is black? Kelli I am really shocked at your post!  I did my 28 years, I've volunteered to be on Color Guards, I've presented The Flag to family members at many Funerals.  I am a retired veteran and I have no problem with Kaps stance!  Oh by the way I am

I never really knew my grandpa as well as I would have liked. He was already an old, old man by the time I started high school, and my own memories of him are mostly of a man confined by age and ailing health. So I'm not really going to talk about my memories of him. Instead, I'm going to try to share his memories and the memories of those that knew him.

Finalizing, death is the word we all live to avoid, and we forget to actually live. According to Piven, the fear of death plays a critical role in our emotions (2004). We fear the idea of the unknown when in reality stepping into its thought it could ignite positivity within ourselves. Writing my own personal funeral eulogy for this assignment was a bit difficult at first, but with an open mind regarding such topic I was able to connect with myself in a unique and new way. None of us are completely certain of the possibilities presented when our lives some to end, but being aware of the fact and writing your own eulogy like this assignment enhanced us to presents you with new insights of how you are living life now. As an inspirational quote

I had no time left with my grandfather. He was gone. As a young teenager, so distracted on social media, school gossip, and boyfriends, I forgot what truly mattered, which had been my family. I felt bad. I still feel bad. I felt even selfish at the moment when my grandmother found herself begging for my grandpa to wake back up. I learned from that experience to not take things for granted, as time is limited and I need to preserve that time for relevant things. Since the loss, I’ve managed to be more talkative to my family that’s both close and far

In middle school, the relationship I had with my grandfather was one which was unbreakable. Even though he did not live in the same state, and I had both of my parents in the home he was always there for me. We place bets with each other over sporting events, like the World Series or the NBA Final, and the loser had to pay up whenever we were together again. Because I lived in North Carolina and he lived in upstate New York, we only saw each other once or twice a year, but he made we had together the most enjoyable. When my family would make the trip to New York I could not wait to see him because we talked about the various thing we were going to do when we were finally together, things like going to restaurants, going to amusment parks, and going to the mall. As a young child, these were all things you love to do, and he would make these events family outings, so all my cousins who were around the same age would come as well. This brought our family very close. While he was alive I was played every sport, and excelled in most of them. I enjoyed golf in particular because it was a sport my grandfather never really played, making him fascinated in every aspect of the sport. Although I was a superb athlete, I was good student as well. I made honor every year and that was what made him the proudest. Of all his grandchildren, there were only a few of us who excelled in school, and he incentivized us to keep up the good work by giving us money. Needless to say, there was not a

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

For many people, Grandpa is a storyteller, someone to go fishing with, and someone who has your back no matter what. The experience I had with my grandpa was a little different. I never got the opportunity to meet my great-grandfather Liston Grider, but he still somehow managed to have a huge impact on my life. Sometimes my mom would tell stories about him; happy memories from her childhood, sad ones that were painful for her to tell, and everything in between. I thought I had heard it all, but this past summer I learned something about my great grandpa that would perhaps impact my life forever. This story was not told by my mom like usual, but by someone who was a complete stranger to me. The lessons I learned would not be taught in a single day, but over the span of a month through a series of Facebook messages and letters in the mail. The words I read upon opening those messages and letters would change my life forever, permanently transform my beliefs, and show me what it truly means to be an American.