Two Sample Eulogies Recently Written
I want to thank you all for coming today. I knew there would be a lot of people paying their respects, but we’ve been overwhelmed in these past couple of weeks with the number of people who have called or sent cards or stopped by or, in some way, let us know that they are praying for us. Your surrounding us today with your care and your love is deeply comforting.
When John and I got married three years ago, we knew this day would come. He had been diagnosed a year before, but we chose to walk this final earthly journey hand in hand - together. We had known one another for quite a number of years – since all the kids were young. We were friends for years before God brought us together in, what I would describe as a wonderful, love-filled marriage. When we were dating, we discovered that we had the same values and family ideals. We both wanted the same things in life. We both were committed to our relationship with God. And God honored our coming together by giving us three wonderful years. Not long enough, of course, but every day was full and rich and never to be forgotten.
John was a man who had an amazing capacity to love. It wouldn’t be uncommon for him to stop if he saw someone – especially an elderly person – stranded on the road. If he saw someone who needed help, he knew he was the one to provide it. John and Carolyn – you raised a son who loved everyone. You know, there wasn’t a person he’d come across anywhere that he didn’t introduce himself to. He loved to meet people, to find out what they were about and, if they needed something he could help with, he was always willing. Carolyn, you instilled faith in him – he was a man of God because of you and all he did he did to please God. John – you gave him a work ethic and taught him how to work – on cars or boats or engines or just about anything. I know he made you proud.
He loved his work. He started his landscaping business 27 years ago, when he was just 18. He LOVED to be outside, trimming and climbing into trees and hedge cutting and mowing and planting. Then he loved to stand back and look at the beauty he had created. He’d often come home and describe, in some detail, all he had done. It was obvious that he was made for the work he did… And when JJ was old enough to work with his dad, he couldn’t have been happier. Spending time on the job, doing what he loved, working beside his oldest son – what could be better than that?
John loved his kids more than life itself. JJ, Stephanie, Paul – and Brittain – your father loved you more than you can ever imagine. He was so proud of you and the young people you’ve become. When you were little he loved going to your games and school events. If you had an interest in something, so did he. Always remember the kind of man he was – a man of character and caring and faith. He’d want all that for you.
John had a deep love for children – anyone’s children – but especially for his grandkids, Sage and Matthew. When he was around children, John’s childish nature came out. He’d forget about the other adults in the room and get down on the floor and play with the kids. He especially adored his nephews Colton and Taylor and Jason. His grandkids and so many of the children he interacted with are too young to remember him as they grow up. But I like to think that, in the recesses of their little hearts, they will always know of this man who loved them…
When John was a kid himself, he and his brother Jason had any number of adventures. One he loved to talk about was when he was growing up near Charleston, South Carolina. He would say that he and Jason would be out swimming like kids everywhere but with a bit of a twist. They were swimming in the river and it was known to have Water Moccasins along the shore, waiting for young boys to take a dip. His mom knew of the danger, so she watched over them as they swam, with a gun, ready to protect her sons…
Another animal story: This was when John was an adult, trimming a tree some 30-40 feet off the ground. With his face just inches from the trunk, suddenly a Palm Rat appeared. Then, before he could shoo it away, he saw, on the edge of his vision, a hawk come swooshing in. The hawk grabbed the rat and flew off. John had never been so close to a rat nor to a flying hawk…
But he was always a man for adventure. He had a need for speed. Out on the water, he loved to open the throttle on his Action Marine and see what it could do. He loved to take his family to the annual Scream and Fly boat event at River Ranch for a long weekend to see the hundreds of speed boaters racing all over the lake.
And he loved his Harley. He’d use any excuse to go for a ride – even to go get groceries. There was no job too insignificant if he could take ride that motorcycle.
John’s life was filled with so many good experiences and memories. He had so many friend. …Years of memories made with people like Jason and Hollie Noe and Robert and kellii Sherman… the Geidi’s and so many others. Thank you all for loving John as much as he loved you.
But John’s greatest love was for his savior, Jesus. And it was his faith that made the end of his life bearable. He believed that God is able to make something good out of whatever comes our way and that even when we can’t see the whole plan, God has a purpose. John’s life was filled with happiness because he knew that the secret to happiness and fulfillment in life is to serve others. He was so dedicated to our church – and our church family has been wonderful in these past days – he, of course, did whatever needed to be done with landscaping and some maintenance on the property. It was his pleasure. It was his way of serving God.
John loved to tell and retell stories. Whenever he retold a story, it never seemed to lose its flare and fun even though it might have been told for the tenth time. We all have stories – memories – experiences – adventures – where John is one of the players. I hope that we can all share those stories with one another and with his children and with his grandkids – over and over again and, in so doing, letting his live continue in our own.
John – you were a wonderful husband – a man to be admired and loved. You will live on in my heart – in all of our hearts – forever.
I thank you all so much for being here today to honor the life of our father. As you know, he died far too young and so suddenly. It has been difficult and our grief is still painful. Your presence and your prayers are so much appreciated.
Eathon, Laura Lee and I have always considered ourselves the most fortunate of people to have had a father like ours. Dad was kind and good and fun to be around. I don’t mean that he let us do whatever we wanted as we were growing up – he didn’t. He disciplined us as needed, but always with love. We never doubted that anything he did was always with our best interest in mind. He loved us more than anyone in the world. I think Laura Lee probably had the closest relationship with dad than either Eathon or me. She was always his little girl – his pride and joy. There is something special about the bond between and father and daughter. They were no exception. Their admiration for one another was obvious.
I know dad would have wanted to see Laura Lee and Eathon and me get married and start families – to give him grandchildren – but that just wasn’t to be. And it will be one of our greatest sorrows that, when we do have children (if God so grants it), they won’t know the wonderful man who was their grandfather. They won’t know the sound of his laughter and the sparkle in his eye. They won’t know the great man we loved so much…
Dad taught school for twenty years. He was a high school teacher and loved to see young minds develop and learn to think and discover new things every day. Nothing gave him greater pleasure than seeing his students light up with new knowledge – to finish school and go on to college and make a success of their lives. So many of them came back to him later and thanked him for how he had changed their lives. After twenty years, dad decided to step out and do something even more impressive in the education world. He started a school – Pricilla – and he lead that school as principal for another decade. He was so proud of what he had done and he LOVED being principal. Every day was a new challenge. Every day he walked into his office not knowing what was in store for him. And, every day, he met all the challenges with enthusiasm, patience, and wisdom – and often humor.
Our father would tell us stories of his own school days, when he was young. He told stories mostly of soccer and rugby. He loved to be active and those sports filled his life with games and practices and learning new strategies. All his life he was a soccer and rugby fan. He loved watching them on TV. His favorite teams were the _______ and the _______.
He was involved with the Namibian School Sports Union for years. That’s an organization that organizes teams of high performing young athletes and arranges competitions. He loved seeing them play and develop their athletic abilities.
Dad was such a happy man. He was seldom cross. He always wore a smile. He was jovial and he wanted people to be happy if at all possible. He was an optimist. He believed that God would make everything, in the end, come out alright.
That had to do with his trust in God, of course. He was a man of deep faith. Seldom did a Sunday go by without him having been in church. He taught us the centrality of Christ in our lives. He taught us of the Savior’s love and sacrifice and showed us what it looks like to be a Christian – he lived his faith. Dad saw the gentleness and love of God in Christ (the meek and mild lamb of God), but he also believed in the power and discipline of the Almighty Creator (the lion).
It is dad’s faith that gives us our greatest comfort. He believed – and we do too – that “to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.” We know where he is. He is with the one who has loved him from the beginning of time.
Dad loved to sing (probably learned it in church when he was young). It wasn’t uncommon to hear him singing around the house - a hymn or some song of Frank Sinatra – maybe “Fly Me to the Moon” or “Strangers in the Night” or “Pennies from Heaven.” There always seemed to be a song inside that wanted to come out.
We have a number of aunts and uncles – dad’s siblings. He loved all of you. You were his family. Clement, especially – probably his best friend. But Lorraine, Andy, Ingrid, Imelda, Vincent, Lorenzo, Ignatius, Bernadette, Brigette, Adeline, Joan, Richie, Gregory – he loved growing up with you and fighting with you and loving you…
Another dear friend was George Louw. He met George in his college days. They loved to go to games together, to go out for lunch and talk sports and world events and simply enjoy one another’s company… Thank you, George, for being such a good friend to our father.
When I graduated from medical school, I felt a great sense of accomplishment but, more important to me, was the fact that I knew dad was proud of me. He inspired that. We all wanted to do whatever we could to make him proud and, throughout our lives, he showed it. He encouraged us and prodded us and inspired us to go for whatever it is in life that we wanted to do. He truly was a wonderful father.
I’d like to conclude with a few words (taken out of context) of one of Frank Sinatra’s songs, “After You’ve Gone.” It says:
After you've gone and left me crying, after you've gone - there's no denying
You'll feel blue - you're gonna be sad
You've missed the dearest pal that you ever had
There'll come a time - don't you forget it
(Yeah) There'll come a time… There'll come a time.
The time has come. Dad has left us and we are feeling blue – feeling sad. Dad – you’ve been a wonderful influence in our lives. We will never forget all you did and all you were. We will love you forever.