My Mom's Eulogy
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It's my mom's funeral. Despite my family's lack of budget, my brother pulls together a decent wake for my mom & for the people who have yet to say goodbye to her.
I sit in the middle of the first row, my (great-)grandfather on my left & one of my two brothers of the right. I sit there listening to the Funeral Director struggle to juggle the different religions for the various beliefs for the people at the funeral in his speech. And then it comes time for the loved one to give there last words about my mom, Cynthia D. Randazzo.
I get up. I'll try to recall what I said for as much as I can remember...
"I tried to think of what to say in between when she died and today but I couldn't write anything down so I'll just say what I was thinking."
"My first memory of my mom was when we were living above a bar called 'We Three'. Two years old, I had just woken up & crawled out of my bed with a sudden urge to find my mother. Even tho I didn't really understand this concept of what a mother was."
"I turned down the hallway & open the first door I went to. Waking up my Grandma Leibe & Grandpa I ask them where my mother was.(looking at my grandpa in the first row) They said she was at the end of the hallway. I found her still sleeping & as I try to wake her up, I think to myself 'This is my mother.' "
"I then see her for the last time a few weeks ago. There is a lot of memories in between that 'period'. She has taught me how to lie, how to find the gray areas in rules, how to make new rules for one that weren't made, the fact that there are many different beliefs, & that there is so many different types of people all around us."
"Unknowingly & with the little that she had, my mother has mastered helping others. Seeing all of those that my mom has helped, I can only hope with my own passing I can have my funeral full of strange faces to show how many different lives I have touched like my mom."
"I thank you all for coming & I thank you Mom."
As I go to sit down, I am with a renewed sense in myself & what mom has given me. During my speech I saw people cry, I made people laugh, & I had given a few a new concept for themselves.
After me, my brothers give their own speech together. The most memorable part of their speech is "...No matter how things were down, how down she felt, she would always help others."
After my brothers, a tenant of the apartment she was managing before her death gave her own speech. Her only thoughts were how kind my mother was to her & how she was basically the only person to show here that level of kindness. I can tell this because she kept on repeating the word 'Kind' through out her speech. My mother only managed over this one tenant for a few months.
Before the funeral director ends of services, my cousin-in-law goes up to say something for my mom. He is almost in tears as he reveals that he regrets not being in the lives of others enough. The fact that his grief shows of my mother's passing puts me at a lost for words. My cousin-in-law was distant & with only little amount in shared memories with my mother & the rest of his own family, but she left such a strong memory of compassion with him through it all. It's a shame he can't join us for the Celebration party after the wake due to his probation.
I don't know about your family, but with mine, it's traditional to have a party at a bar after a funeral services.
Most of the people couldn't make it to the party, but we still manage to pack the bar & the beer garden outside. As I look over those who came, they split into different click's; "in-laws", "apartment-tenants", "BFFs &/or ghost-hunters", & "immediate family".
I try to listen to the conversation at the table I'm sitting at, I overhear my cousin say that he takes a lot of Headshots while working at his Wrestling Arena. I retort "don't you mean 'Money Shots'?" Those at the table laugh a little, my cousin shrugs off the comment.
..But before the conversation switches, my Grandpa despite all his wisdom & awesome stories tries to segue into the conversation with a story.
"A long time ago, I use to do Money Shots with some friends of mine in their basement..."
I lose it, I can't hear what else he is saying as he continues on with his story. I am almost Rolling On the Floor Laughing. Everyone at the table loses it, as my Grandpa stops his story with "I guess the jokes on me."
I can't help but realize that this couldn't have happen without my mother's help.
Best. Funeral. EVAR!
Thank you, Mom.
R.I.P.
Cynthia D. Randazzo
12/19/61- 08/05/10
Online Obituary
Cross-Posted @Mighterbump My Mom's Eulogy- by Matthew Taylor (R.I.P. Cynthia D Randazzo) : http://t.co/Egij096
It's my mom's funeral. Despite my family's lack of budget, my brother pulls together a decent wake for my mom & for the people who have yet to say goodbye to her.
I sit in the middle of the first row, my (great-)grandfather on my left & one of my two brothers of the right. I sit there listening to the Funeral Director struggle to juggle the different religions for the various beliefs for the people at the funeral in his speech. And then it comes time for the loved one to give there last words about my mom, Cynthia D. Randazzo.
I get up. I'll try to recall what I said for as much as I can remember...
"I tried to think of what to say in between when she died and today but I couldn't write anything down so I'll just say what I was thinking."
"My first memory of my mom was when we were living above a bar called 'We Three'. Two years old, I had just woken up & crawled out of my bed with a sudden urge to find my mother. Even tho I didn't really understand this concept of what a mother was."
"I turned down the hallway & open the first door I went to. Waking up my Grandma Leibe & Grandpa I ask them where my mother was.(looking at my grandpa in the first row) They said she was at the end of the hallway. I found her still sleeping & as I try to wake her up, I think to myself 'This is my mother.' "
"I then see her for the last time a few weeks ago. There is a lot of memories in between that 'period'. She has taught me how to lie, how to find the gray areas in rules, how to make new rules for one that weren't made, the fact that there are many different beliefs, & that there is so many different types of people all around us."
"Unknowingly & with the little that she had, my mother has mastered helping others. Seeing all of those that my mom has helped, I can only hope with my own passing I can have my funeral full of strange faces to show how many different lives I have touched like my mom."
"I thank you all for coming & I thank you Mom."
As I go to sit down, I am with a renewed sense in myself & what mom has given me. During my speech I saw people cry, I made people laugh, & I had given a few a new concept for themselves.
After me, my brothers give their own speech together. The most memorable part of their speech is "...No matter how things were down, how down she felt, she would always help others."
After my brothers, a tenant of the apartment she was managing before her death gave her own speech. Her only thoughts were how kind my mother was to her & how she was basically the only person to show here that level of kindness. I can tell this because she kept on repeating the word 'Kind' through out her speech. My mother only managed over this one tenant for a few months.
Before the funeral director ends of services, my cousin-in-law goes up to say something for my mom. He is almost in tears as he reveals that he regrets not being in the lives of others enough. The fact that his grief shows of my mother's passing puts me at a lost for words. My cousin-in-law was distant & with only little amount in shared memories with my mother & the rest of his own family, but she left such a strong memory of compassion with him through it all. It's a shame he can't join us for the Celebration party after the wake due to his probation.
I don't know about your family, but with mine, it's traditional to have a party at a bar after a funeral services.
Most of the people couldn't make it to the party, but we still manage to pack the bar & the beer garden outside. As I look over those who came, they split into different click's; "in-laws", "apartment-tenants", "BFFs &/or ghost-hunters", & "immediate family".
I try to listen to the conversation at the table I'm sitting at, I overhear my cousin say that he takes a lot of Headshots while working at his Wrestling Arena. I retort "don't you mean 'Money Shots'?" Those at the table laugh a little, my cousin shrugs off the comment.
..But before the conversation switches, my Grandpa despite all his wisdom & awesome stories tries to segue into the conversation with a story.
"A long time ago, I use to do Money Shots with some friends of mine in their basement..."
I lose it, I can't hear what else he is saying as he continues on with his story. I am almost Rolling On the Floor Laughing. Everyone at the table loses it, as my Grandpa stops his story with "I guess the jokes on me."
I can't help but realize that this couldn't have happen without my mother's help.
Best. Funeral. EVAR!
Thank you, Mom.
R.I.P.
Cynthia D. Randazzo
12/19/61- 08/05/10
Online Obituary
Cross-Posted @Mighterbump My Mom's Eulogy- by Matthew Taylor (R.I.P. Cynthia D Randazzo) : http://t.co/Egij096