My Opera
significant date the 28th November 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010 3:39:45 PM
I have rented out and moved out of my house on this day in order to forge a different future for myself. Also on this day my grandmother died.
I have written a eulogy for her to be read out at her funeral. I feel as a tribute i owe it to her to break the shackles of corporate life and lead a life less ordinary. She would be proud of me.
Grace was a devoted wife of ‘x’ years to Horace who sadly passed away in ‘xxxx’. A mother to 5 children – Mary, John, Margaret, Carol and Mike, a grandmother to ‘x’ grandchildren and a great grand mother to ‘x’ great grand children.
She was a marvelous example of how to live your life with spirit and good humour. She was never a woman of wealth yet proved that money didn’t need to stop you living a full and rewarding life. A life that was full of family and friends and travel and laughter.
Grace travelled widely in her middle and older age often visiting Australia and Canada to see friends. She also travelled widely in Europe as well as many enjoyable bus trips within the UK. In her later years she developed a taste for cruises which saw her take her bingo career onto an international level. She made friends wherever she went and always left people with the feeling that life is to be enjoyed and there’s not much more than one can do than that on a personal level.
Grace was a keen gardener and the house was always full of flowers and other produce from the garden. The bungalow was always a warm and welcoming place - not likely to win any awards for interior design - but full of interesting nic-nacs that testified to a interesting and rich life that was well lived full of fun, family and friendship.
Grace will be fondly remembered for her great sense of humour, her amusing and idiosyncratic behavior (chucking the cups on the fire? Filling the teapot with 50 tea bags? Feeding Horace dog chocs?)and her wonderful turn of phrase…’bide quiet Grace’ seems a fitting epitaph.
I have written a eulogy for her to be read out at her funeral. I feel as a tribute i owe it to her to break the shackles of corporate life and lead a life less ordinary. She would be proud of me.
Grace was a devoted wife of ‘x’ years to Horace who sadly passed away in ‘xxxx’. A mother to 5 children – Mary, John, Margaret, Carol and Mike, a grandmother to ‘x’ grandchildren and a great grand mother to ‘x’ great grand children.
She was a marvelous example of how to live your life with spirit and good humour. She was never a woman of wealth yet proved that money didn’t need to stop you living a full and rewarding life. A life that was full of family and friends and travel and laughter.
Grace travelled widely in her middle and older age often visiting Australia and Canada to see friends. She also travelled widely in Europe as well as many enjoyable bus trips within the UK. In her later years she developed a taste for cruises which saw her take her bingo career onto an international level. She made friends wherever she went and always left people with the feeling that life is to be enjoyed and there’s not much more than one can do than that on a personal level.
Grace was a keen gardener and the house was always full of flowers and other produce from the garden. The bungalow was always a warm and welcoming place - not likely to win any awards for interior design - but full of interesting nic-nacs that testified to a interesting and rich life that was well lived full of fun, family and friendship.
Grace will be fondly remembered for her great sense of humour, her amusing and idiosyncratic behavior (chucking the cups on the fire? Filling the teapot with 50 tea bags? Feeding Horace dog chocs?)and her wonderful turn of phrase…’bide quiet Grace’ seems a fitting epitaph.
from Crawford, Texas until the Internet got wind of his incredible knack for making linguistic boo-boos. His career sky-rocketed on the back of youTube clips and his Bebo page and within a short time he had become the most dangerous...er...important person in the World. Give it up for Dubyah. 'Fool me once, shame on you'
