Eulogies for father from daughter. Hi smart people, a good day isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me, I just read some painful eulogy to my father my hero of most children’s I would like to share with you. Most often, we have all been hurt by the death of a relative before. Sometimes it happens in a very sad way we don’t even expect, so painful.
1. Eulogy to my father my hero (Fire Worker)
GOOD MORNING THANK YOU FOR COMING. I’m ALYSSA AND THIS IS PATRICK, WILLIAM, MARY KATE, AND MICHAEL. ON SATURDAY MARCH 17 WE WOKE UP THINKING IT WAS A TYPICAL MORNING. WE SAID OUR NORMAL GOOD-BYES AND I LOVE YOUS AS HE HEADED TO THE FIRE STATION. BUT LATER THAT MORNING, THREE CALLS CAME TO THE HOUSE FROM THE CAPTAIN. WALKING INTO THAT HOSPITAL IS A SCENE I KEEP PLAYING OVER AND OVER IN MY HEAD AND IT NEVER SEEMS TO FADE AWAY.
MY LIFE LONG FEAR AS A FIREMAN’S DAUGHTER CAME TRUE. I ALWAYS FEARED THIS DAY WOULD COME, BUT I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD BECOME MY REALITY. I’M NOW LIVING MY WORST NIGHTMARE. BOTH MY PARENTS HAVE PREPARED US FOR THIS DAY, RAISING US TO BE STRONG, INDEPENDENT, CONFIDENT, LOVING, AND CARING CHILDREN. MY MOM LOST HER DAD AT THE AGE OF 9 AND HIS MOM AT THE AGE OF 12. I NEVER HEARD THE EXCUSE FOR ME. SOMEHOW HE PULLED US TOGETHER DAY BY DAY, YEAR BY YEAR AND GREW INTO A HARDWORKING GENUINE SINCERE HUMBLE LOVING SELFLESS KIND HUSBAND, FATHER, FRIEND, CO-WORKER, AND MAN.
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IT MADE HIM WHO HE WAS AS AN ADULT AND MOST IMPORTANTLY AN ADULT. THE FACT IT WILL BE ALL OF US FOR THE PAST 19 YEARS. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN TALKING ABOUT MY DAD. I CAN’T EVEN START TO DESCRIBE THE MEMORIES WE HAVE WITH HIM AS A KID. IN SOME OF HIS PLACES, NEW HAMPSHIRE, LAKE MICHIGAN, LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK, AND THE LIST COULD GO ON. HE WAS SO ADVENTUROUS. WE DIDN’T EVEN NEED TO GO FAR TO HAVE FUN AND WE WOULD HIKE HILLS, GO FISHING ON THE POND, KAYAKING, STAND UP PADDLE BOARDING, SKIING, SOCCER AT THE RANDOLPH FIELD.
EVERY WEEKEND HE WOULD HAVE SOMETHING PLANNED FOR US. WE WERE UP AND OUT OF THE HOUSE FOR EACH OTHER. AS BUSY AS MY DAD WAS BETWEEN WORKING AT THE FIRE STATION, REBUILDING HOUSES, AND MAKING OUR WORK IN THE BASEMENT, HE WOULD STILL FIND PLENTY OF TIMES TO VISIT US. HE WOULD COME TO WORK TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH HIM. THEY WOULD CLEAN GUTTERS TOGETHER OR DO SOME OF THE ELECTRICAL WORK IN THE HOUSE. I WAS ALWAYS JEALOUS BECAUSE PATRICK WAS AT HOMEMAKING SO MUCH MONEY FOR A DAY’S WORTH OF WORK WHEN MY DAD WOULD NEVER LET ME COME WITH HIM. HE’D ALWAYS BE AT SOCCER GAMES, LACROSSE GAMES, TRACK MEETS, GYMNASTIC MEETS, CHEER LEADING EVENTS THAT WE HAD AND HE WOULD SUPPORT US AND CHEER US ON WHILE TAKING AMAZING PICTURES, OF COURSE.
WEEKENDS WITH HIM WERE THE BEST SINCE HE WAS ALWAYS BUSY ALL WEEK. IF HE WASN’T WORKING AT THE FIRE STATION ON A THURSDAY NIGHT, OUR FRIENDS CANDY, DEREK, RYAN WOULD COME OVER FOR PIZZA NIGHT AND BEER BY THE FIRE. WE LOVED THAT PIZZA. HE MADE THE BEST PIZZA. INSTEAD OF SAUCE HE WOULD USE OLIVE OIL AND SPICES AND THERE WAS ALWAYS A SESAME SEED CRUST MY FAVORITE PART. WE SHARED A LOVE OF COOKING AND I WOULD ALWAYS BE IN THE KITCHEN WITH HIM STANDING BY THE STOVE READY TO TASTE TEST. I WOULD MAKE THE DESSERT, WHICH HE WOULD TASTE TEST FOR ME. HE LOVED HIS SWEETS.
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MARY-KATE HAS SUCH GREAT MEMORIES WITH MY DAD. SHE SEEMED LIKE SHE WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN AND LOVING LIFE WHEN HE WAS THERE. HE WOULD TAKE HER TO GET ICE CREAM AFTER HER SOCCER GAMES TOO. SHE WAS ALWAYS THE ONE TO CALL WHEN WE NEEDED SOMETHING. NO MATTER HOW BUSY HE WAS, HE WOULD ANSWER OUR CALLS. WILLIAM AND MY DAD SHARED A LOVE FOR BASEBALL AND THEY HAD A SPECIAL BOND OVER IT. MY DAD WOULD GO TO ALL THEIR GAMES. AND BEING A PROUD PARENT AND SPECTATOR. ALL OF US LOVE TO BE ON OUR DAD’S SIDE WHILE HE WOULD WORK ON SPECIAL STUFF. I REMEMBER HE WOULD YELL AT ME FOR COMING DOWNSTAIRS WITHOUT SHOES ON AND SOCKS BECAUSE t THE WOOD CHIPS WOULD GET ALL OVER THE HOUSE, BUT I DIDN’T CARE. I WOULD LOVE TO BE DOWN THERE TO WATCH THEM WORK. WHETHER IT IS GARDENING, COOK, THE BOYS WOULD FOLLOW HIM AROUND.
MICHAEL HAS ALSO WRITTEN SOME MEMORIES HE AND I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE TOGETHER. IT’S JUST ONE OF THE THINGS I SAID WHEN HE CAME HOME FROM WORK. MY FATHER WAS AN AMAZING FIREFIGHTER, UNCLE, FIRE MAKER, COUNSELOR, CARPENTER, HUSBAND, WRITER, FISHER, FRIEND, ARTIST, SWIMMER, LIFESAVER, PHOTOGRAPHER, BROTHER, BROTHER-IN-LAW, GARDENER, DRIVER, AND DAD. TO EVERYONE WHO LOVED HIM. HE WOULD ALWAYS GET MAD AT US, WELL MOSTLY ME FOR LEAVING MY SOCKS AROUND THE HOUSE.
I REMEMBER HE WOULD MAKE ALYSSA AND MARY KATE PAY WHEN THEY WENT OVER DATA ON THEIR PHONES. I HAVE SO MANY MEMORIES OF KAYAKING AND FISHING WITH MY DAD. AT CAMP WE WOULD GO OUT ON THE LAKE REALLY EARLY TO CATCH MORE FISH. THE EARLY BIRD ALWAYS CATCHES THE WORM FIRST. I LOVE BEING WITH MY DAD AND I WILL CHERISH THESE MEMORIES FOREVER. WE ARE SO THANKFUL TO HAVE A DAD LIKE HIM WHO BLESSED OUR LIFE. HE CARED FOR US MORE THAN WE KNEW AND WE APPRECIATIVE FOR ALL THAT HE DID FOR US.
WE WILL MISS HIM SO MUCH EVERY DAY, BUT WE KNOW HE’LL BE WATCHING OVER US AND HE WILL BE IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER. PATRICK, MARY KATE, WILLIAM, MICHAEL, AND I WOULD LOVE TO THANK YOU FOR THE OUTPOURING OF LOVE AND KINDNESS FOR OUR MOM AND OUR ENTIRE FAMILY THESE PAST FEW DAYS. THIS WILL LAST FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS AND SUSTAIN US FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES. THANK YOU.
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Moving to the most awaiting eulogy to my father my hero, I have waiting to show you…
2. Eulogy for father from daughter (George H.W. Bush)
I once heard it said of man that the idea is to die young, as late as possible. At age 85, a favorite pastime of George H.W. Bush was firing up his boat, the Fidelity, and opening up the three 300-horsepower engines to fly — joyfully fly — across the Atlantic with the Secret Service boats straining to keep up. At age 90, George H.W. Bush parachuted out of an aircraft and landed on the grounds of St. Ann’s by the Sea in Kennebunkport, Maine, the church where his mom was married and where he worshiped often.
Mother liked to say he chose the location just in case the chute didn’t open. After high school, he put college on hold and became a Navy fighter pilot as World War II broke out. Like many of his generation, he never talked about his service until his time as a public figure forced his hand. We learned of the attack on Chichi Jima, the mission completed the shoot-down. We learned of the death of his crew mates, whom he thought about throughout his entire life. And we learned of the rescue.
And then another audacious decision: He moved his young family from the comforts of the East Coast to Odessa, Texas. He and Mom adjusted to their arid surroundings quickly. He was a tolerant man. After all, he was kind and neighborly to the women with whom he, Mom, and I shared a bathroom in our small duplex, even after he learned their profession: ladies of the night. Dad could relate to people from all walks of life. He was an empathetic man. He valued character over pedigree. And he was no cynic. He looked for the good in each person, and he usually found it.
Dad taught us that public service is noble and necessary, that one can serve with integrity and hold true to the important values like faith and family. He strongly believed that it was important to give back to the community and country in which one lived. He recognized that serving others enriched the giver’s soul. To us, his was the brightest of the thousand points of light. In victory, he shared credit. When he lost, he shouldered the blame. He accepted that failure is a part of living a full life but taught us never to be defined by failure.
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He showed us how setbacks can strengthen. None of his disappointments could compare with one of life’s greatest tragedies, the loss of a young child. Jeb and I were too young to remember the pain and agony he and Mom felt when our 3-year-old sister died. We only learned later that Dad, a man of quiet faith, prayed for her daily. He was sustained by the love of the Almighty, and the real and enduring love of our mom. Dad always believed that one day he would hug his precious Robin again. He loved to laugh, especially at himself. He could tease and needle, but never out of malice.
He placed great value on a good joke. That’s why he chose Simpson to speak. On email, he had a circle of friends with whom he shared or received the latest jokes. His grading system for the quality of the joke was classic George Bush: The rare sevens and eights were considered huge winners, most of them off-color. George Bush knew how to be a true and loyal friend. He nurtured and honored many — his many friendships — with a generous and giving soul. There exist thousands of handwritten notes encouraging or sympathizing or thanking his friends and acquaintances. He had an enormous capacity to give of himself. Many a person would tell you that Dad became a mentor and a father figure in their life.
He listened and he consoled. He was their friend. I think of Don Rhodes, Taylor Blanton, Jim Nantz, Arnold Schwarzenegger and, perhaps the unlikeliest of all, the man who defeated him, Bill Clinton. My siblings and I refer to the guys in this group as brothers from other mothers. He taught us that a day was not meant to be wasted. He played golf at a legendary pace. I always wondered why he insisted on speed golf. He was a good golfer.
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Well, here’s my conclusion: He played fast so that he could move on to the next event to enjoy the rest of the day, to expend his enormous energy, to live it all. He was born with just two settings: full throttle, then sleep. He taught us what it means to be a wonderful father, grandfather and great grandfather. He was firm in his principles and supportive as we began to seek our own ways. He encouraged and comforted but never steered. We tested his patience. I know I did. But he always responded with the great gift of unconditional love.
Last Friday, when I was told he had minutes to live, I called him. The guy who answered the phone said, “He — I think he can hear you, but he hasn’t said anything for most of the day.” I said, “Dad, I love you, and you’ve been a wonderful father.” And the last words he would ever say on Earth were, “I love you, too.” To us, he was close to perfect. But not totally perfect. His short game was lousy. He wasn’t exactly Fred Astaire on the dance floor. The man couldn’t stomach vegetables, especially broccoli. And by the way, he passed these genetic defects along to us. Finally, every day of his 73 years of marriage, Dad taught us all that it means to be a great husband. He married his sweetheart. He adored her. He laughed and cried with her. He was dedicated to her, totally.
In his old age, Dad enjoyed watching police show reruns, the volume on high. All the while, holding Mom’s hand. After Mom died, Dad was strong, but all he really wanted to do was hold Mom’s hand again Of course, Dad taught me another special lesson. He showed me what it means to be a president who serves with integrity, leads with courage, and acts with love in his heart for the citizens of our country.
When the history books are written, they will say that George H.W. Bush was a great president of the United States, a diplomat of unmatched skill, a commander in chief of formidable accomplishment, and a gentleman who executed the duties of his office with dignity and honor. In his inaugural address, the 41st president of the United States said this: “We cannot hope only to leave our children a bigger car, a bigger bank account. We must hope to give them a sense of what it means to be a loyal friend, a loving parent, a citizen who leaves his home, his neighborhood and town better than he found it.
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“What do we want the men and women who work with us to say when we are no longer there? That we were more driven to succeed than anyone around us, or that we stopped to ask if a sick child had gotten better, and stayed a moment, there, to trade a word of friendship.” Well, Dad, we’re going to remember you for exactly that and much more. And we’re going to miss you. Your decency, sincerity, and kind soul will stay with us forever. So through our tears, let us know the blessings of knowing and loving you, a great and nobleman, the best father a son or daughter could ask. And in our grief, let us smile, knowing that Dad is hugging Robin and holding Mom’s hand again.
God guide us and give us the strength we need to stand in a painful situation like this, don’t live in regret of your parent after they lost away. Write something like the above eulogies for father from daughter.