In almost all funerals, a
family member will be entrusted to speak of the eulogy for the deceased.
However, in our case, when my brother asked me that I will be the one
to speak after the funeral service, I prayed to God to make me speak of
only what HE wants to me to speak. Surrisingly, the priest didn't call
for the family member to speak. For me, it was a sign from God that I
musn't speak what I have to speak right there and then because I would
make people angry. But today, I'd like to speak this up not because I
would like to make people angry, but to make us all reflect. I am not
judging people, because I know, I too did my mother wrong when she was
alive. I am not exempted from among the people who hurt her (either
directly or indirectly) and neglected her. I am here to tell how much I
learned from her life, because her death is a warning to me.
Everyone knew my mom. She was a normal woman who lived a normal life. Many knew my mom to be talkative, down to earth, the life of a party, free spirited person. Seldom knew my mom to be conceited, pushy, one day millionaire and stubborn. But only a few knew my mom to be a person who has a big heart. But for me, my mom was good at one thing: giving me lots of direct and indirect life lessons that I should live by.
I am not here to deliver hypocritical eulogy for my mom. I am here to bear witness and deliver a lesson everyone must know that my mom left all of us.
Directly, she taught me how to be strong in all circumstances. She taught me how not to depend on others for my needs. She taught me how hardwork pays off. She taught me how to go and get my dreams and not wait for them.
Indirectly, she taught me that giving relatives financial presence is good but establishing deep relationship is better. My mom was very generous. Very generous to the point that she will be left with none just to give to others. She helped almost everyone in her family financially, but she failed to establish lingering impact to their lives. To her, they are family in need, to them; she is a family when they are in need.”. Through her I learned that without relationship, one day even your own kids might neglect you when you’re old and weak.
She also indirectly taught me not to give more than what I can. We all have to learn how to save for ourselves and to give only what we can or what we are willing to. We must learn to say NO to people who keeps on asking for more than what we can give. There is a major need to save, at least for our old age because who knows, we might end up like my mom; of all that she earned when she was alive, she died houseless, pennyless and the most hurtful part… forgotten.
If you are a child who depends to your parents everything and you don’t care where your parents got the money from, think it over. You may be inciting hatred of your sibling whom your parents got the money to help you. If you’re the money source of your parents and you think your parents are asking more than what you can give, speak up, before you grow hatred to your parents. You do not want to come to the point where you are already hurting the feelings of your parents for blaming them of losing your opportunity to save for your future just because your parents ask too much.
Let my mom’s life be a living testimony to each and every one of you. Let her death be not in vain, Let us learn from her. It is not yet too late, we are still here to change what my mom couldn’t.
She showed us both the right and the wrong kind of love. Let the wrong kind of love she imparted on us be our lives’ lesson and let her right kind of love be what we remember of her: that once in our lives, we encountered a woman, an aunt, a friend, a sister, a mom who tried to please everyone.
Friends and relatives, on behalf of my family, we are truly grateful of your presence and support as we mourn for our mother. Words are not enough to explain how thankful we are of your prayers, service, emotional and financial support. I know that my mom’s life had been a blessing to you and now you have shown us today how you’ve become a blessing to her.
By her life we experience God’s blessings and by her death we experience God’s comfort. The night of her life is gone, morning is at hand. Just as the one we sing at the church.. There may be pain in the night, but joy comes in the morning.
Everyone knew my mom. She was a normal woman who lived a normal life. Many knew my mom to be talkative, down to earth, the life of a party, free spirited person. Seldom knew my mom to be conceited, pushy, one day millionaire and stubborn. But only a few knew my mom to be a person who has a big heart. But for me, my mom was good at one thing: giving me lots of direct and indirect life lessons that I should live by.
I am not here to deliver hypocritical eulogy for my mom. I am here to bear witness and deliver a lesson everyone must know that my mom left all of us.
Directly, she taught me how to be strong in all circumstances. She taught me how not to depend on others for my needs. She taught me how hardwork pays off. She taught me how to go and get my dreams and not wait for them.
Indirectly, she taught me that giving relatives financial presence is good but establishing deep relationship is better. My mom was very generous. Very generous to the point that she will be left with none just to give to others. She helped almost everyone in her family financially, but she failed to establish lingering impact to their lives. To her, they are family in need, to them; she is a family when they are in need.”. Through her I learned that without relationship, one day even your own kids might neglect you when you’re old and weak.
She also indirectly taught me not to give more than what I can. We all have to learn how to save for ourselves and to give only what we can or what we are willing to. We must learn to say NO to people who keeps on asking for more than what we can give. There is a major need to save, at least for our old age because who knows, we might end up like my mom; of all that she earned when she was alive, she died houseless, pennyless and the most hurtful part… forgotten.
If you are a child who depends to your parents everything and you don’t care where your parents got the money from, think it over. You may be inciting hatred of your sibling whom your parents got the money to help you. If you’re the money source of your parents and you think your parents are asking more than what you can give, speak up, before you grow hatred to your parents. You do not want to come to the point where you are already hurting the feelings of your parents for blaming them of losing your opportunity to save for your future just because your parents ask too much.
Let my mom’s life be a living testimony to each and every one of you. Let her death be not in vain, Let us learn from her. It is not yet too late, we are still here to change what my mom couldn’t.
She showed us both the right and the wrong kind of love. Let the wrong kind of love she imparted on us be our lives’ lesson and let her right kind of love be what we remember of her: that once in our lives, we encountered a woman, an aunt, a friend, a sister, a mom who tried to please everyone.
Friends and relatives, on behalf of my family, we are truly grateful of your presence and support as we mourn for our mother. Words are not enough to explain how thankful we are of your prayers, service, emotional and financial support. I know that my mom’s life had been a blessing to you and now you have shown us today how you’ve become a blessing to her.
By her life we experience God’s blessings and by her death we experience God’s comfort. The night of her life is gone, morning is at hand. Just as the one we sing at the church.. There may be pain in the night, but joy comes in the morning.
