My father relished the good things in life including art and music, travel and photography, food and wine, and friends and family. He will not be remembered for what he said. When Tanya, our celebrant today, came round to plan this celebration, she said, Gosh, you really live in heaven amongst the trees. The secret, she said, was fresh dill. He was a free-spirit who lived in the present, and again, on his terms.
And as my life and my career has become what it has become, he was my best advisor and strategist. Oh, I thanked her plenty and always told her I loved her, but I was hesitant to write about her. He never made rash decisions, but thought long and hard before giving us advice—sound advice that has helped to shape my life profoundly. My mom asked me to share the eulogy I gave at my dad's funeral. When the gentle fragrance of a flower catches my attention I will know it is you reminding me To appreciate the simple things in life. A few years later he was alone in the Pacific on a life raft, praying that his rescuers would find him before the enemy did. I never once heard him utter a racial slur, nor did he ever treat anyone of any station with anything other than respect and kindness.
You Were There By an Unknown Author You were there when we took our first steps, And went unsteadily across the floor. His generosity wasn't just with our family. We do not weep for him today because of the prestige attached to his name or his office. To her last day, she was always able to crack a joke and even more able to laugh at herself in ways which had so many of us laughing in stitches so much of the time we were around her. Not only with me, but an integral, close part of my life.
I was watching a teenager grow into a young man—a young man with so much enthusiasm and with so many plans for the future. When that happens his sprit will be rekindled in our hearts and we will be reminded of just how wonderful he made us feel. Thank you for your generosity - allowing people like me to borrow words from your beautiful eulogy. They reflect the imperfection of human justice, the inadequacy of human compassion, our lack of sensibility towards the suffering of our fellows. Dad loved us all more than he loved himself. Dad was never a man of many words, he expressed his love through his actions. It was here where she was given her first taste of America: a banana.
My grandparents were a large part of the reason I moved back to Michigan. Then, last Tuesday her heart temporarily stopped from bleeding in the lung. She was an incredible teacher and mother who inspired everyone who knew her. What follows is the eulogy I wrote for my father on the night before his funeral. She liked almost anything that had an Asian flair, and loved sushi.
His paradise was here on earth with his family. Susan was tough but fair and when Susan got older, the two of them formed a special friendship that never faltered over the years. Hawkins, 80, died in her bed in her Peoria home surrounded by her family — as she would have wanted. He just didn't have the time. Faith in our eternal potential, faith in our unvaried worth, faith in our illuminated destiny.
By Thursday, it was evident she would not recover and on Friday I held her hand, pressed it to my face and kissed her for the last time. She was beautiful both inside and out, and when she smiled at me I felt alive. We always focused on our time together and treasured every moment. Effective brainstorming methods include taking time alone to consider your father, looking through his belongings or gifts from him, reading letters from him, or compiling photos for inspiration. If you organized your ideas during the brainstorming process, you will appreciate the organized and thoughtful outline during this stage. I remember him telling me about taking on Gov.
You have all become such beautiful parts of my life. Always the one in charge, now he was the charge of others. Since then, he has worked as a product manager, salesman, marketer, entrepreneur, consultant, technology evangelist, and venture capitalist. He was ripped from us abruptly, and the pain in our hearts is searing. But I think that's fairly normal for men isn't it? We only learned later that Dad, a man of quiet faith, prayed for her daily. My dad would have to hold back a chuckle or two, because I could tell my mom was quite serious.