Example of a Eulogy

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Eulogy for a Father

Good afternoon. My name is Susan and the man you all know as Steve, I have been lucky enough to call dad.

If you knew my dad, you knew that he was quite the storyteller in life. In fact, sometimes he would start to tell me a story and during a pause I would remind him that he had already told me the story. No matter. He’d reply, “Well; it's good enough to hear again!” and just continue on.

It’s an honor to get to stand here today and tell you the story of my dad and me.

My dad was born in Illinois on a farm and eventually moved to Missouri. He was child number 10 of 11 kids. His early life was hard; very hard. But true to his character, he persevered.

Even at a young age my dad held a special sensitivity and reverence for both human life and death. I remember him telling me that when the animals on the farm would die, he would always be sure to give them a proper burial.

When he was 18 years old he went into the Air Force. Much to his dismay he didn’t learn to drive until then. This fact made him determined that I would learn earlier in life than he had been able to. This also very much explains the late nights at the cemetery when he would lock up and proceed to teach me to drive. (Pause) When I was 12!

He always wanted more for me. He always wanted better for me.

During his time in the Air Force he traveled to Korea and he was stationed in Arizona. From Arizona he headed to Minnesota where he attended the seminary. He was quite the traveling man! It was in Minnesota that he met my mom. The three of us continued several more moves until we finally settled in Sacramento, CA where I grew up.

One quality I most remember about my dad was his strong work ethic. He was never without a job. He was smart and savvy with his career choices. He would do whatever it took to be sure the people he cared about were taken care of.

When I was 6 years old he found the funeral industry. There were times that his job required him to travel when I was really young. We had lots of traditions in my childhood but one in particular was him reading to me every night at bedtime. Traveling put a wrench in that routine. But true to my dad, he found a way around it. He would simply record the story that he would have read to me in person, on a cassette tape.

The real fun began when I was old enough to actually travel with him. I have so many fun memories. I remember so fondly all the laughter we shared. As an example, let’s just say my first time ever in a dance club was with my dad in New Orleans!

He was the kind of dad every girl should get to experience. He played Barbies with me. And what a tease he would be, I might add. We would have pageants with our barbies and he would show no mercy. He would always win, of course!

There are just so many memories.

In grade school we had breakfast dates once a week, every single week, before school. Later on as I got older, we’d continue our weekly dates doing all kinds of things. It was something I always looked forward to.

I’m not totally sure who was more excited when it was time to go to prom in high school. My dad would always enthusiastically go with me to help me pick out my dress. He would be sure to make all the necessary hair, makeup and nail appointments for me. I do have a slight suspicion that he secretly wished I would enter pageants but he happily settled instead for proms!

He was so thoughtful. On trips together I’d tell him I wanted to go out for sushi and that I’d meet up with him later. I was perfectly happy to go get sushi solo. I knew he and Charley weren’t big fans. Nope; not happening. He would insist on coming so I didn’t eat alone and he’d sit and talk with me and just get a soda for himself.

Visits to his home always meant leaving with more than you came with. “I have extra tissues, do you need any? Here take some. What about clips for your chips? Take some.” I think he would give you the shirt off his back.

I really don’t believe I had a bigger fan than I had in my dad. At times he would brag about me so much so that I would apologize to whomever his latest captive audience happened to be. He was so passionate and so loyal. He would defend the people he loved to the very end.

Life came full circle the past decade when my mom got sick and my dad and Charley helped to care for her. What a gift it was to get to spend holidays with all four of us in the years before she died; my dad, my mom, Charley and me.

Which brings me to Joey. Enter Joey.

I remember at Christmas telling my dad that I had made the decision to pursue having a baby as a single person. As always he was supportive but I think the conversation went something like this:

“Are you sure you know how hard this will be?”

“What? Really?” I replied.

“You mean I don’t just water it and it’ll grow?”

(Pause)

I may have inherited some of my humor from my dad!

Joey was truly the apple of my dad’s eye. “Papa. Papa” he would say on our weekly visits. It was such a blessing and so beautiful to watch him with Joey.

(Pause)

There are so many additional memories I could share with you. My dad's spirit is surely coming through with all this storytelling.

I hope the few stories I selected to share this afternoon capture my dad and who he was through the lens of a little girl and now grown woman, who misses her dad more than words can say.

I love you dad. Thank you for always making me feel so special and so very loved.