Eulogy Stories

The line at the funeral parlor led out the front door, around the side, and down the street for three blocks and was composed primarily of men who had come to pay their respects. The civilian men wore a white shirt, dark jacket, dark pants, and a white name tag that read either First or Last. The military and ex-military wore their uniforms; they honored Shyloh with the same white name tag neatly affixed to cover all the...

He was a golden boy A handsome lad A good son A fearless father A stanch friend Loving brother If I had a son he would have been like you Full of laughter and light  A country boys swagger and snappy comebacks Not my son in blood but the one of my heart Yes a good son indeed You wandered this world fearless Meeting life head on with a twinkle of mayhem in your smile Staring down the dark burning bright as the noon day sun...