#eulogies

[agracefulfall]

Funeral in my Brain

A series of little childhood griefs and their eulogies.

"And then a Plank in Reason, broke, and I dropped down, and down — and hit a World, at every plunge, and Finished knowing — then."

1. Touch. 2. Memory. 3. Body. 4. Identity.

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Liquid Love

A series of recovered passenger gems and little resurrections.

"I'm taking back all the pieces of me that were taken unwillingly. Offering myself up to the heavens. I'm ready to love what I've been given."

1. Heart. 2. Movement. 3. Dreams.

[misterjt]

Preserve your stories now, while the memories are vivid. The best stories show not just what you have done but why and how. Starting points include how you got on a career path; what you are trying to do with your life and how it is working out; your biggest triumphs and failures, and what you have learned from them. Also worthwhile: the oddest, funniest, most wonderful and awful things that have happened to you.

—James R. Hagerty, an obituary writer, on telling your life story

[hey-its-sybarite]

4 years old is the first I remember, I was not the only child there, but I was the youngest and the only one not sad. I didn’t understand death yet, and the tears of others didn’t move me. The funerals kept coming. Sometimes I would get to stay home to mind the younger children if my parents felt moved to attend together. But if only one of them was going, I was their funeral plus one. Most are bearable - traditionally there was only prayer in Sanskrit and nothing like a eulogy. But this is changing over time. People talk about the dead person now. People ask ME to talk about the dead person now. This is done not for the sake of the dead, it’s done for the sake of the living, and I often don’t like them that much.

just occurred to me that there are adults who've never been to a funeral. an incredibly bizarre concept to me

[toalloftheboysivelovedbefore]

A Eulogy

Thank you for coming today. We are here to celebrate the life of the most beautiful man I have ever known. J.D.B. was preceded in death by his beloved cat, Oliver, and survived by his parents C.B., D.B., and his brother, K.B.

J.D.B. believes that his purpose in life was to learn, to heal, and to sit with the broken. He believed that irregardless of someone's crimes or trespasses, they deserved to be heard and seen and care for. Though he often admitted that he felt alone, he spent his life trying to make sure that no one else had to carry that pain.

When J.D.B. was twenty, he wanted to travel the world, learn what he could, and help as many people as he could, so he went to the Marines recruitment office and made the decision to be a medic in the military. It was there that he found out that the Maries do not have their own medics and so he went next door to the Navy recruitment office and enlisted with the intention of being a corpsman. And he was. He became 'Doc.'

J.D.B. served in the Navy working as a corpsman for the Marines troops for nearly a decade. He got his wish to travel. He was stationed in Washington working in a hospital, in Okinawa, and did an active-duty tour in Iraq. J.D.B. always dreamt of volunteering for Doctors Without Borders, which was one of the first things that he told me about himself when I met him. That, and that his parents are the best part of him.

When J.D.B. left the military to return to his home and his family in A, NM, his service to others continued. Before beginning to work at a medical transport company and going to school to become a medic, he took time to serve in other ways. J.D.B. joined a group of locals with huge hearts who dressed in superhero costumes. He visited pediatric units dressed as the Green Lantern and brought joy to children in that their favorite heroes came and found them.

Though J.D.B. never had children, he loved them, and they loved him. He was silly and gentle and was blessed with the gift of contorting his face and wiggling his ears. Before losing him, J.D.B. told me that he wanted to be a dad. He would have made the most amazing father. J.D.B. is funny and kind and patient with children. He would have stood by with open arms and a proud smile while they grew into who they wanted to be. Besides, any child would be blessed to have his eyes.

His entire life, J.D.B. has been in love with the outdoors and loved spending time in nature, He spent time hiking, camping, and backpacking, just as his family always had when he was a child. To lay him to rest at the foot of the mountains would be to return him to his mother.

To live in a world without J.D.B. is to live in a world with a little less color and light and yet, he left behind him a wake of people whose lives have been irrevocably changed by him.

J.D.B. believed that we were placed here to learn a lesson that we may not have learned in our last life. I think that not only did Justin spend his life learning, but he taught a lesson to every person who was lucky enough to know him. We decided very early on in falling in love with each other that this life was not the first in which our souls had met, and it would not be the last. Though I had planned on more time -- so much more time -- in this life, I know in whatever life he has found himself in, he is waiting there for me. We will find each other and say, "Ah! There you are! I've been looking for you!"

I could spend the rest of this lifetime speaking about the love I held for my soulmate, my twin flame, my best friend, my J.D.Octopus. But, if I have to close this, I will do so with the words from his favorite author and his favorite book:

"I want to get beyond times and space...I already am, as a matter of fact. But there is this link between us, between you and me and the others of my family. You get stopped by some problem, hold it in your head and go to sleep and we'll meet by the airplane and talk about it, if you want...Dying is like diving into a deep lake on a hot day. There's the shock of that sharp cold change, the pain of it for a second, and then accepting is a swim in reality."

J.D.B. though I know I cannot see you with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where you are going. I shall let you go, and let it take you where it will, my fun-loving otter of the universe. I love you endlessly and hold my breath until the day we find each other again.

[cheesearchives]

I think love is seen also when people say is instead of was in eulogies. As if the person they loved is here still. A human desire to prolong the time spent, just a few minutes more, if possible.

Like someone said, grief is love with no place to go.

[wickedzeevyln]

Swans

Time has stripped him of his thoughts,yet his heart is stapled in place,and his eyes bore the indelible stamp of enduring love.When he was young, the afternoons were long like boredom, bottomless, eternal, decaying,but he knew how to temper it, a koi-like demeanor to stay patient with nothing to stir the pond,something wonderful is bound to come his way,and the gray village passed through the…

[theoffingmag]

KB Brookins, “Eulogy: Tron Blue”

[notesfromthecactuspatch-blog]

In Remembrance

“In Remembrance.” How many times have you rolled your eyes at that phrase? Obituaries, Eulogies, sympathy cards, and Life Celebrations all bring it to mind, but to me, it feels like a worn-out catchphrase from the past. Not the most fitting expression, but it has that eye-roll-inducing charm. My grandparents, bless their hearts, were professional funeral attendees. They never missed a chance to…

[calltoamentor]

I Was Here

When the dread of living has you contemplating your death, it's important to ask: What legacy do I wish to leave? What do I leave when I am gone? For me, I want to be remembered for who I was and not what I did for others.

Daily writing promptTell us one thing you hope people say about you.View all responses When my mother died, we were all in the thrall of a family that detested everything she stood for. Everything we suggested that did not fit the narrative of a family that both hated her and now had the loudest voice against the narrative they wished to push onto her forever silenced, was unceremoniously shot…

[bekolxeram]

Boyfriend vs Best friend

When you accidentally traumatized 15 kids with a real corpse

When you're spiraling over a stupid curse

When you have boils all over your face

But at the end of the day,

They care for you

They show up for you

And they laugh at you... just a little bit

[agracefulfall]

Identity —

Like holding water, everything I've ever known slips. Time erases body, memory, touch. A weathered shell, bones beaten by drowning tides. Attempts to strengthen, rebuild, make sense of it all falls short.

Vet. Dancer. Screen writer. Novel writer. Poet. Philosopher. Barista. Librarian. Professor. Paris. Iceland. San Francisco. Greenwich Village. Portland. India. Sicily. New Orleans.

A thousand different dreams, a thousand different lives. And I managed to lose them all. Each withering in my hand like draining water or dying fish. A piece of me in each.

But is death decay or is it life changed? I don't know anymore. Were these dreams and lives ever real or just weighted blankets to cocoon from the nightmares? I don't know anymore. What is me and what's the collateral damage, the "life-long" impacts?

I don't think I'm getting answers any time soon. So I'll sit and let the mourners weep for ever lost dream down the drain.

[alykaifeelingsin2019to2024]

my inner monologue loves to write speeches. for why ??

[shakespeareallanpoe]

*Tim gets thrown into a wall and isn't moving*

Batman: "Robin. Check the pulse."

Damian: *completely misses all pulse points on purpose and sticks a gloved finger in Tim's ear instead*

Damian: "No pulse. He's dead."

[hypnogogyc]

Oliver doodle

[wickedzeevyln]

One Shot

If for a day you are free of pain be grateful, many long for freedom from frailty, away from the hurt, away from brokenness. If one day you can afford to smile, then smile, sorrow is just around the corner waiting to take the stage, waiting to swallow the day and dampen everything. If there’s no need to be glum for effect, then spare the world of the theatrics, wear yourself instead. No matter…

[thebibliosphere]

I know the studio will say it was to keep the cast manageable, but the real reason they couldn't put Cassandra Cain in the Gotham Knights video game is because they'd get to Bruce's funeral, and Cass would know shit is up.

She'd know.