They didn’t give us a chance to come up and speak at the funeral. Not that I’m sure I would have. But I wanted to. I don’t know why.
Since you’ve passed, it’s been weird. Life stops, starts, goes on, pauses, stutters. I think of these lines from a song alot.
“This is how it works.
You’re young until you’re not.
You love until you don’t.
You try until you can’t.
You laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh.
And everyone must breathe until their dying breath.
This is how it works, you peer inside yourself.
You take the things you like, and try to love the things you took.
And you take the love you made and stick it into someone else’s heart,
pumping someone else’s blood.”
You made up such a big part of our childhood. And it’s from that time that we developed into the people we are. The things we love, the adventures we seek, the things we find funny. We can’t think back of a time without your shadow in it. And you have given us Philip, a best friend in childhood, a loyal cousin to grow and share memories with.
The love you have given us, as the song goes, still pumps in our blood. And we’ll pass it on, and it will continue, and that is life as it should be. Nothing less, nothing more.
I liked this eulogy.