The Eulogy

I sat in the hard backed chair.  Watching the people come in.  Move about.  Hugs and kisses.  Tears.  Laughter.  But as the time drew nearer the rooms filled loudly with a hush.   That expectant air.  Those moments of knowing prayers will be said and final goodbyes uttered.

The chair got harder.

The time arrived.

Sure enough the preacher preached.  As all good preachers do.   Heads were bowed.   Prayers were said.

When it was time he stood and he approached the lectern.  His father by his side for comfort and support.

And the brother spoke.

He stood there not as a master of words.  But as a master of emotions.  I listened….no, that’s not exactly right.  I was physically, mentally and emotionally pulled in to the very core of existing with him.  And with every other person who heard him speak.  With his words he did weave – a tapestry that connected every single person there-together.   I felt connected to the person beside me, in front of me, sitting in the third room over to my right holding the over flow of people who came to celebrate a man’s life.   I felt connected to people I had never met and may never see again.

The brother reached out to each of us with his words, his eyes, his tears and laughter.  And told us each as if calling us by name….our value.   Our value to  his brother, his brother’s value to us, our value period-is love.

It was the most unselfish, all inclusive, declaration of love.

I’ve never been so enthralled by a eulogy.  A eulogy is given at the end of a person’s life.  This eulogy left me feeling like there is so much more to come.  That through the belief’s of his brother, the non-judgmental acceptance of his brother,  we can all go forward and be.  We can be courage, we can be our dreams, we can be okay.   I felt an empowerment.   An empowerment because the words he spoke were truth.  I knew if we all walked out of there remembering what he said, what he shared with us, we would all be stronger.  And if every one of us there today walked out carrying these truths with us there would be strength in our multitude.  And we would be connected by that tapestry woven today to every other person who heard and believed.   And if we carried these truths forward in our lives, sharing these truths with others,  his brother’s life truly goes on.  When you carry a man’s essence and beliefs in your heart, he will live on in you and in those you share your existence  with.

Every day I look for value in my existence to write, or ‘chatter’, about.  I find more value by believing there is value in the every day.  And it makes me pay attention and take notice.   Today I learned that my existence, and your existence,  is value.   

I rose from that chair…with so much more than I had begun this day with.

I wish you all this kind of love in your life.

45 thoughts on “The Eulogy

  1. Your words, your kindness and your wisdom shine in this piece Colleen. Such a tender heart and I am so happy that you were empowered by his words. I am in the middle of writing a Eulogy now for a Service next Tuesday and I can only hope that the Assembly feel as you do when I have finished reading. Thoughts are with you and take care. xx


  2. Colleen, you made me cry this morning. Your words were so beautiful, so rooted in your heart, your words were so important, and as always so well written. I extemd that very same wish to you, “I wish you all this kind of love in your life.” Take care, Bill


  3. To leave this life, with the knowledge that you’ve touched peoples hearts and minds, to know that you’ll live on through their thoughts and ideals, well, then you’re truly blessed Colleen, and though this blog, you’ve shared this mans trials, laughter and ending, not a full stop, but as a comma, to be continued onwards.. That’s all we can ever hope for… xPenx


  4. How wonderful that this eulogy touched not only you but all of us who read it as it certainly did me. it is a wonderful thing when the effect carries to the hearts of others. thank you for sharing this amazing experience that made you more at the end as it has me.


    • Chris, thank you so much. Truly his feelings are being transferred through here. I wish I could better say how amazing he was for all of us. I believe his brother would have been so proud of him.


    • I don’t think I’ve ever felt such an impact. I’m not saying I haven’t felt the love…but this was just …. different. And comforting. And empowering. I don’t know how else to say it. Thank you. Hugs returned.


  5. You live and love every day of your life, as I discover with wonder day after day from your insightful words. May you be healed this day from the brother’s words of love and life. I am sorry for your loss, Colleen.


  6. Colleen … I think we should give the eulogy so soon as we have chance when our words can be heard … and give the flowers when they can be smelled on.
    The most important eulogy is the one we carry with us in our hearts … forever.


  7. I enjoy your writing, the glimpses of your spirit and heart in your work, and the important messages you offer to readers. I’ve written and indie published several books and am now compiling a collection of stories from some of my favorite writers in the blogosphere. I’d like to include some of yours in one or both of my latest projects, anthologies of selected short stories from 10-20 writers each. One is non-fiction and focused on up-beat, inspiring, positive-slice-of-life, and/or humorous stories. The other is for fiction stories in the mystery, thriller, suspense, and action genres. If you’d like to learn more about these projects, I’d love to hear from you. I can be reached at If you have any friends who are writers, please also share this info and invitation with them. Several writers are already on-board, and together we’re creating something I believe we’ll be proud of and a lasting legacy.
    Thank you for your time and consideration.


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