Eulogy for Father :: Eulogies Eulogy

Eulogy for FatherOn behalf of myself, my mama and my brother, I want to thank everyone for being here....On the one hand, I was dreading straightaway. I dont want to cry any(prenominal)more. I dont want to yearn to hug my tonic one last time, long to see his smiling face or hear his cheerful voice. On the other hand, I wanted today to come so that I could be around all of the large number who love my dadaism so that I might feel his battlefront through sharing memories of him,....sharing tears....and maybe even sharing some laughter.How do you come to terms with the loss of your beloved father? How do you strike happiness again? How do you move forward despite your comprehend heart, emptiness and sadness? Its like Im in the midst of a nightmare that doesnt disappear when I wake up. I desperately want to father peace within myself about my fathers death. I want my faith to promise me that my dad is still with me in spirit. I think if I take this time to share the kind of m an my father was, we might all feel like he is still very much alive.My dad was the most passionate person Ive ever known. When he believed there was fairness in something, he strived to educate others in the hopes they might open their minds to untried possibilities. He was silly and zany with a great sense of humor. His burbly presence was always felt in a room. He was a voracious reader. If I ever had a question about something, he always had answers because hed read an article or a book late about it. He was generous with his time. He would do anything for anybody at any time. My dad loved toys. When I was a kid, hed buy me things that he rattling wanted to play with like capsella and model trains. He was an passing sentimental person. When he visited his grandson for the head start time 2 months ago, he bought him his first model car and purchased the New York Times that came out the day after so that Matthew would someday know what was going on in the solid ground the day he was born, he saved all magazines, he shut in simple notes sent by friends that signified an important time in his life, he couldnt bare to sell his childhood home.