Post funeral eulogy. [View all]
Post funeral eulogy.
Yesterday was a tough day for me.
I went to the funeral of my best friend. 70 years of friendship is a long time. Lots of memories. Growing up, we lived one city block from each other. My earliest memory is sitting side by side in the first grade.
When we were six years old, he rode his bicycle to my house to show me he can ride without training wheels. He peddled his bike down our driveway, and out into the street right out in front of a car. The car hit him and threw him into the air. Another car going the other way ran over him and drugged his body for 30 yards or more. I witnessed the whole thing right in front of my little eyes. I ran out in the street, and his little mangled up body was still under the car. Blood everywhere, and I saw a bone sticking out of his leg. After a long hospital stay, he was sent home in a body cast for almost a year. This set him back one year in school from me, but over the years we always remained best of friends.
The funeral was yesterday, and I'm doing okay. Yesterday was tough seeing my old friend go. The preacher mentioned my name, and the story of my friend when he was six years old being ran over by two cars. The preacher was looking at me, and told everyone my friend should have died that day. But, it wasn't his time. He lived another 70 years, and touched everyone in this room. He went on, and on about meeting his wife, children, and grandchildren and how he had a full life.
My life continues, but I will miss him dearly. I still have all my memories. The most fondest memories are of fishing trips to Itaska County in Northern Minnesota, and as far north as Sioux Lookout, Ontario He always said to me, I love you.
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