Thank you all for coming here today: Name’s relatives, friends, neighbors, teachers, and principals. I have been a friend of Name for over seven years already. We met in high school and shared a lot of fancy memories. You have no idea how hard it is to accept that this humble yet so brave a girl will never give us her comforting smile. Her death was so sudden and came as a real shock to all of us. Name was the nicest person I sometimes think I never deserved to know. I would love to express my sincere condolences and gratitude to the mother of the deceased.
I am not going to talk about Name’s family history; I’ll just say that Name’s family should be proud of having given birth to this compassionate gentle person. I am sure her mother couldn’t ask for a better daughter.
She was very quiet and always respected the privacy of others. She was unbelievably considerate and observant though, nothing could be hidden from her curious eye. You could feel her love for the world and for life, her empathy just standing by her side. Name expressed all her emotions through her tenderness and sensibility towards others, she could easily feel the emotional state of any person, and nobody I know could care and sympathize this much. With no words, she could dive in your soul and share what you feel. I remember when I was going through the toughest period of my life we were talking casually and I told her a little bit of what was going on with me back then. I couldn’t tell more as I couldn’t allow myself any weakness in public, but deep inside my heart was trembling. Name started crying; she basically just took my emotions and lived them in a moment. She could always find right words. Her talent for empathy was outstanding.
We also shared plenty of funny moments, took part in lots of facetious stories, we laughed fast and furious.
She sometimes seemed so weak and sensitive, but in fact she was strong and could handle whatever life brought up for her. This is what I cherished most about her. Even though she had to spend a lot of time with her sick mom, she did find energy and power to struggle and earned BA in psychology. She was a girl with the purest dream. Her dream was to open a center for patients and family members where they would get help on how to deal with cancer, a place to come to and get emotional and informational support. She was a man of word, a man of action. She believed in everyone and, I hope, this much in herself. It really hurts because this girl could really change the world and make it both kinder and stronger.
Living through you own death may be a great spiritual practice as it helps to evaluate your own life and understand whether something in your life should be changed or re-estimated, whether you are on the right track in your life right now, whether you are spending your precious time correctly and with the right people.
Having looked through my life, I have to admit that I am grateful for having a goal I can devote all myself to as I feel that this is my vocation and the activity of my life. It hurts that my personal negative experience has brought this up. But the idea of my death makes me want to keep on with my dream more intensively.
However, I need to accept that while writing my eulogy I faced difficulty writing about my personal experience and about who I am apart from a person who helps others. It occurred to me that I should not leave myself behind, that my life is mine in the first place and I am living it not only for the world but first of all for myself.
I am assured that acknowledging these facts will help me live each day with a purpose, remember to constantly make little steps towards my dream, appreciate myself for all the good I can be and not to forget to take of myself too.