Those things you say.
This is the eulogy I am reading at the funeral this afternoon. Please comment and tell me what you think and offer any suggestions for improvement.
My grandma is a vivacious character with a voracity for life that borders on the unquenchable. I speak in the present tense because she will long live on in the smiles of so many when they think of the quiet pleasant joy she brought with her uncomplicated charismatic charm and ever giving nature.
It would take too long to list all of grandma's qualities. It is also unnecessary as they were plainly evident to all who met her due to her warm and guileless persona. What I shall do is explain to you what she encompasses best to me.
This amazing woman who was, is and always will be my inspiration. The person I strive to be is an ideal based on who she was and what she encouraged in others, in myself particularly.
Most influential for me I feel, amongst Grandma's many admirable traits was the genuine altruism she engendered. She never stopped giving of herself without question.
Secondly, but not any less in merit, was the verve and energy this sparkling lady brought to everything she did. Always ceaseless and tireless in her efforts to live life to the full and never miss an opportunity.
The other thing I found most formative was the encouragement she gave to everyone in all they did. In respect to my life this meant consistently support and nurture my outspoken individuality. My Grandma and I existed in such very different worlds yet she never judged, ignored or tried to quell any aspect of person that I presented to her.
It is these three qualities combined, I believe, that made her the shining light everyone sees her as.
I will carry this amalgamation of my Grandma's traits and unbridled support as a core of myself for all the time I have to enjoy this world as she did and be happy to encourage and hopefully inspire others as she has myself.
To conclude I shall read out a poem that Grandma used to carry with her, that I feel she would have wanted you all to hear on this day and that succinctly surmises how I shall remember her now.
I am not there
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
My grandma is a vivacious character with a voracity for life that borders on the unquenchable. I speak in the present tense because she will long live on in the smiles of so many when they think of the quiet pleasant joy she brought with her uncomplicated charismatic charm and ever giving nature.
It would take too long to list all of grandma's qualities. It is also unnecessary as they were plainly evident to all who met her due to her warm and guileless persona. What I shall do is explain to you what she encompasses best to me.
This amazing woman who was, is and always will be my inspiration. The person I strive to be is an ideal based on who she was and what she encouraged in others, in myself particularly.
Most influential for me I feel, amongst Grandma's many admirable traits was the genuine altruism she engendered. She never stopped giving of herself without question.
Secondly, but not any less in merit, was the verve and energy this sparkling lady brought to everything she did. Always ceaseless and tireless in her efforts to live life to the full and never miss an opportunity.
The other thing I found most formative was the encouragement she gave to everyone in all they did. In respect to my life this meant consistently support and nurture my outspoken individuality. My Grandma and I existed in such very different worlds yet she never judged, ignored or tried to quell any aspect of person that I presented to her.
It is these three qualities combined, I believe, that made her the shining light everyone sees her as.
I will carry this amalgamation of my Grandma's traits and unbridled support as a core of myself for all the time I have to enjoy this world as she did and be happy to encourage and hopefully inspire others as she has myself.
To conclude I shall read out a poem that Grandma used to carry with her, that I feel she would have wanted you all to hear on this day and that succinctly surmises how I shall remember her now.
I am not there
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.