Eulogy's for different Characters in our books

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Have any of us considered what your characters would say when someone close was to die? Try writing what you think they would say, so we can get a good picture of how well they know each other. You never know, it might come in use someday.

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Alexa King speaks on behalf of her mother figure Sally Leons

“I believe that Alexa King would like to say a few words about Sally, and share some things that none of you knew about her,” the funeral director said.

I sighed, getting to my feet and moving up to where she had been standing near Sally's red oak wooden coffin. “For anybody who doesn't know me, I'm Alexa King, and I want to say a few words in memory of Sally Leons, who we are all here for today.”

I paused, knowing that I speak slowly and clearly this time. There were a few here who were elderly and I would ensure that they heard everything as well. “I'll miss the times when you helped me learn to ride, those have been things that have happened all through my life. Though you were sometimes very serious when I did something wrong, I always knew that it was for a reason and I never got annoyed with you.”

My mind moved over the speech I had in my head about her. It was not easy to recite now, even though I knew that people wanted to hear it. This was something that I had to do. “You were always there when I needed to talk to someone who was not family, especially when my father was abusing me.”

“I remember when Seattles Grace had her son and you told me that you would have to sell him because you didn't have room for him. Never will I forget the day when you said I could have him, and I know that Seattles Grace misses you too, very much.” That was something that I was proud to speak of. “I was only thirteen at the time and yet you thought that it was worth giving him to me. You've always been there, helping me with training him, and its because of you that I have been able to compete in the Olympics, something I never dreamed I would be able to.”

I didn't smile, it was not something I could do today at all. “You have always been a patient and good freind to all of us here. Sally, you were a loving lady, who was as close as a mother to me. I know that Kira and Sara were fond of you, though they saw you as a really good mentor to all of them.”

Pausing once more, I thought for a few seconds as to what else to say. “When you faced a challenge, you would always pull through it, no matter what it happened to be. If one of us was upset, you always helped us where you could. I remember the time when you spoke in a court of law against my father when the charges I pressed against him were finally taken into a trial.”

A few of my fellow employees looked on now as I spoke what they knew and felt about her. “I know that to many of the people who worked for you, you were a great boss who they all found they could rely on to understand when things were hard for them. You always found some small way to help them in a tight situation. We'll never forget that.”

I sighed heavily. “You always taught people that if you want to be something in your life that nothing can stop you. And look where that same advice got you, you competed at the Olympic Games, and became a champion with your horse. Australia will remember you for that, back then you became a household name, and you still are to this day.”

Remembering the poem in my mind for this, I then spoke. “You once had a poem that always was pinned on the tack room door at Leons Riding Academy, which has been moved to the tack room at my place now, so I can remember you, as can everyone else. This poem I will now share with all of you.”

You live by the moon,
and the stars in the night,
a ghost in a storm.

The wind,
and the rain,
and the clouds,
and the trees,
are singing your song.

You are the daughter of the wind,
lover of freedom,

they hunt,
and they chase,
and they seek till they die.
Your soul can't be won.

You are the daughter of the wind,
lover of freedom,

the wind,
and the rain
and the clouds,
and trees
asre singing your song

the wind and the rain,
the clouds and the trees,
are singing your song.

“I beleive she loved this poem because it tells us that we can't be broken into that which others want us to be. That all of us are unique and free to make our own choices. And that we should never allow others to become the boss of what we do all the time. Many times when I was upset, she would sing this poem to me, and always, when she did, I would cheer up. That is something that I will always remember of her.”

It took me a while to speak the whole thing, but that was because I was upset from having her gone from my life. How much more hardship would I face in the near future? Why couldn't whoever was causing us to get all of give us a break for a while?