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Today I think you could say that my uncle Eamonn has played the 18th hole and has finished the game of his life. If we mourn him, though, it is for our own loss because he was ready to leave us. He was glad, I know, that his time had come. He was happy to think that he would be re-united with aunt Muriel. He died with the dignity of a man who had lived a good life.

It's strange but as an adult you rarely use the title uncle simply because by then that uncle has become a friend and friends call each other by their Christian names. So it was with Eamonn. He was the uncle for whom I caddied in his golf club as a youngster. He was the uncle who taught me to play golf although, I'll be honest about this, I'm not too sure how well he thought he had succeeded! In his later years, though, he was both my friend and mentor.

When I use the word mentor I use it deliberately. Nobody could have given me a better example than Eamonn. He was a man of great integrity. He came from an era where you didn't need solicitors to sign deeds because to men like him their word WAS their bond. He watched with great disbelief the happenings on the news about corruption in high places.

You will gather, from this, that he was fully alert and interested in all that was happening in the world around him. He was. He did the crossword every day until less than a week before he died. Unlike some of us he actually completed it every day. He was living proof that a healthy body means a healthy mind. After all he had played a mean game of tennis in his younger days and his lifetime membership of his golf club ensured he got plenty of sea air and exercise. Added to that he got great joy from working in his garden. So you will see the word lazy could never be attributed to him either in body or in mind.

On behalf of the family I would like to say how much it means to us that you have come to share our sorrow. Every person here knew Eamonn in a different way. He may have been a colleague, a neighbour or a friend. Whatever he meant to you please share your memories with us so that we can see the side of him that was not known to us, him family.

Today I suppose you could say is the end of an era. He is the last to die in his own family of four brothers and three sisters. Yet I know that something of him lives on in each one of his nieces and nephews and their children. I wish that I had inherited his wonderful sense of order and his keen organizational skills. Eamonn, you see, even had his own funeral planned to the last detail. He had his notices for the paper written out word for word. What he didn't do, however, was to write his own eulogy. I am glad of that because it has given me a chance to pay my own tribute to a loving uncle, a caring friend and a wonderful example of what a good man should be.

If laughter is heaven's gift to us than Eamonn certainly enjoyed that gift because in his own quiet way he had a keen wit. I don't know if there is a19th hole in Heaven but if there is I am sure he's ensconced there now giving God a blow by blow account of what he thinks of the unsavoury happenings below and asking God "Where are all the good guys gone?"

One of them is being buried today. May he rest in God's peace.