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Sympathy Speeches

In one's moment of grief, sometimes it is difficult to come up with appropriate words to say. From the composition of a eulogy, to sending your love to the family of the bereaved, words sometimes fail us.

Here at Poems To Go, we will try to make a difficult time more bearable with the preparation of a customized memorial speech. Take, for instance, the speech below.

Here's a memorial speech for a friend and family. "Dear Amy, I received the speech and it is very touching, especially the part of my husband and our son and grandson. I really appreciate what you did for me. I am sure that everyone will be as touched by the speech as I am."

Our speeches range from one to five minutes or can be custom-suited to your specifications.

Here is a memorial tribute that I created for my Father, who I lost at the age of 12.

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In Memory of Johnny

I want to thank you all, from my heart, for being here today. To Sam and Eddie, special thanks for taking the dream of this, the Johnny Pendleton Memorial Ride, and making it a reality. You know, this is just the kind of event in which Johnny would LOVE to participate. And I can tell you all – he IS here…in my heart and, I';m sure, in lots of other hearts.

I'm not telling you anything new with this, but Johnny loved to ride. We were really into it. We were members of the Raven Harley Owners Group for 10 years. “Red” and all the others members were – and ARE – just the greatest.

And we were members of the Smithville Motorcycle Club; where we made so many wonderful friends – and enjoyed so many great events, like that annual anniversary party, for instance.

Johnny and I took a lot of great trips together. One in particular was very special. We hit the road with Sam and with our dear friends, John and Christine to Milwaukee for the 100th Anniversary Harley Davidson bash. What a time we had! Cross-country biking…then non-stop partying in Milwaukee. Best of all, I think, that trip gave Johnny and Sam some real quality time. For all of us, it was an unforgettable experience.

We took lots of other trips, too. Like a 20th anniversary Caribbean cruise, hiking in the Adironacks, an absolutely incredible visit to the Grand Canyon. You know, Johnny and I loved it out there, and if not for those long, cold winters, maybe we'd have STAYED.

I think the trip that touched me the most, that showed Johnny's soft and sweet character the best, was when we took off for New Hampshire and Vermont. We got to Mount Washington and Johnny, of course, had to drive up that auto road – all 6,228 feet of it – to the very top of the mountain. Johnny loved heights. About as much as I HATE them. Well, I knew how much he wanted to make that drive and I was NOT going to disappoint him. So I bit my lip and I bit my nails and off we went. Up, up and up. I tell you, that road was VERY narrow and there are no guard rails. I was scared to death. Johnny saw how scared I was and he felt badly. He didn't want me to be scared. He NEVER wanted me to be scared. So he stopped the car and tried to calm me down. He even wanted to turn back for me. But I said no, for HIM. Let's keep going! I said. So off we went. Higher and higher. I stuck my head between my knees and sealed my eyes shut. We made it up that mountain top and Johnny had a great old time. I sat in the car, frozen with fear and with cold. It was August and when we set out that morning the temperature was a delightful 80 degrees. But on top of that mountain it was 30. But I did it; for Johnny. And you know what? When I DID open my eyes, at Johnny's prompting, of course, the view was breathtaking. Like being in heaven, I guess.

I look at that particular experience as an example of my life with Johnny. Each of us doing something for the other one out of special CARE for the other one. And both of us on top of the world as a result.

When we finally got down off that mountain, Johnny said he'd like to come back and climb that auto road again next time on his Harley. Well, love or not, this time I said Be my guest, but if you go up there again, you're going up alone.;

Or maybe he'd want to go up with Shultz, our German Shepherd. He and Johnny were truly inseparable. Or even Garcia, our cat; who was named after Johnny and I went to a Grateful Dead concert at Sea Isle City in Harrisburg.

I want to say a few words about Johnny and Bobby, who was just 8 years old when Johnny came into my life. When they first met, it took Bobby a little time to warm up to this wonderful guy who captured his mother';s heart. But ultimately they became very close. Johnny always considered Bobby as his own. He referred to him as my son and I was overjoyed to see their relationship blossom into something truly wondrous.

They shared a love for football; and later they shared a love for swapping tales about who was bigger and better at partying. It was a real father-son bond they had and it was beautiful.

Of course, Bobby grew up and became a wonderful man in his own right. He married Ann, our lovely daughter-in-law, and their happiness made Johnny and me so happy. It couldn't possibly get any better than the day little Josh entered the world. Johnny knew that Ann didn't care for his gruff, bushy beard and that long hair. So the day Josh was born, before going to the hospital for that first visit, this sweet man stopped off for a nice neat trim at the barber shop. He did it for Ann and for Josh. And it turned out to be the most wonderful day you could imagine.

Johnny held that tiny little infant who had been born just hours earlier. I thought my sweet husband would all but burst from that mile wide smile plastered across his face. He said it was the first time he EVER held a baby and he said he wanted Josh to call him Pop-Pop. Johnny was really thrilled to be a grandfather. I suppose I could say that it's a terribly sad thing that Johnny died just a month after he held Josh in his arms. But I won't. Instead, I'll say that I'm just incredibly grateful that Pop-Pop lived long enough to know the pleasures of peering down on his grandson's face.

Since he passed, a lot of people have asked me to describe what it was that made Johnny so special. I could take hours on that subject and still have plenty to say, but for now, let me say this:

- He had a heart of gold. He loved life. He loved his family.

- He was so much fun! His jokes were funny and he had that wonderful wild side that still makes me want to laugh.

- His smile would light up a room.

- He had a delightful spiritual side; and he possessed strong values which he passed on to Bobby; and, I bet, that Bobby will pass on to Josh.

For Johnny, it all came down to family and friends. You've all been great and I want to thank you for your care and support…and for your love. It makes all of life so worthwhile, no matter what might happen along the way.

I want to thank my mom and my sisters Kathy and Peggy, and my brothers William and John, for their support.

And Johnny';s sisters: Debbie, Sue, Janey and Ruth. Ruth and I have each endured deep loss of late, and our support for each other has meant the world to me.

And of course, Johnny';s brothers: Sam, Eddie, Rich and Gregg.

Thank all of you, deeply…for talking, crying, laughing, loving and LIVING.

I want to acknowledge a few special friends, too:

Steve and Grace, special friends and co-workers with Johnny.

Rob and Ros Ferguson. Oh, the times we shared!

Jo-ellan Mazzarella. The nurse who took such great care of Johnny at the hospital and who is also the sister of Johnny';s wonderful, late pal, John Finegan.

Susie Karp. She introduced me to Johnny 21 years ago. Can I thank you enough for it? I doubt it.

James Terry and Denny Luminella of the James J. Terry Funeral Home. You made all the difference in the world.

Pastor Gary. Your thoughts and prayers helped in so many ways.

And our dear son, Bob. My confidante, my advisor, my counselor, my friend, and my ROCK. Words can't express my gratitude and my pride in you, son. And I know that Johnny felt exactly the same.
I guess all couples have their little routines with each other, and maybe this will sound silly, but I want to share 3 little items with you:

- Johnny would greet me every morning; with coffee or tea;and 3 little kisses.

- Whenever we'd leave for work or to go our own separate ways on any occasion, we'd kiss 3 times.

- And whenever we'd talk on the phone, instead of saying goodbye, we'd just say Love ya.

You know, I told you before how scared I was driving up that damned Mt. Washington. But the trip DID inspire me to select the words that are now etched on Johnny's and MY gravestone. It's from Isaiah 40:31 and it goes like this:

They shall soar up, with wings, as eagles.

That's us, folks. That's my beautiful Johnny and me. That's our life together. We lived hard. We rode free. We got everything out of each day.

I have no regrets. All I have is a wonderful life, with a wonderful man,and a wonderful family, friends and memories. All I have, I guess is everything.

So thank you for being here. For sharing Johnny. For remembering him so dearly. And let me finish this the way Johnny and I finished thousands of talks and meetings and feelings over the years. To each and every one of you, and to my dear, amazing Johnny, I say: Love ya.

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