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A memorial for all the redditors of yesteryear.

This is a place for people to reminisce about redditors and recall their story, long after their accounts have been abandonded or deactivated. Write something about your favorite redditor who is no longer around.

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A way to store Eulogies and let the memory live on

Hi

I created a project intending to preserve life stories. There are three main types of stories you could add. One of the types is Eulogy.

It is the most difficult type of life story you could write. You are trying to transfer the warmth, the love and the imprint of the person to text.

What will happen with it with time?

I offer you a free way to save an eulogy you wrote, hopefuly forever. Pehaps, the memory will live on even when all of us are gone.

Visit Aeterna.me and join my sub /r/AeternaProject/

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2021/06/05
00:02 UTC

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Eulogy for beloved aunt who died from Covid-19

Gabi was my aunt and my godmother.

When I was a toddler my cousin Christina was a year younger than me. When we were both learning to speak we weren’t able to pronounce names properly (like most toddlers) - I called her Nena. She call me Fafa. She called my mom Fifi and I called her mom Pika. But for our aunt Gabi, we just called her Gabi. Gabi was always a stickler for proper grammar and pronunciation, and somehow she figured out how to get two toddlers to say her name properly. I don’t know how she did it.

Gabi had a brady-bunch of a family. 3 girls: Gabi, Silvia, Monica and 3 boys: Charlie, Alex and Rickey - except the boys were all younger than the girls and Gabi was the eldest of the bunch. She was their big sister.

For me, family get togethers were amazingly exciting with so many aunts and uncles in a packed house. I can distinctly remember Monica and Rickey telling me not to swallow water melon seeds or else a water melon would grow inside my tummy. I caught on to their bullshit pretty quick. Around that same time, and I bring this up because it was one of my earliest memories of Gabi, I remember walking around the kitchen with my face all scrunched up (like this 😖). And as I encountered Gabi, she told me: don’t do that Fafa, you’re going to give yourself wrinkles. I thought... wrinkles?! yeah just like those water melon seeds. So of course I didn’t listen to her and lets just say I regret that. Gabi was being perfectly honest with me and while growing up I’d come to realize that Gabi was always true.

As a young boy I remember waking up some Saturday mornings and being so excited to spend the day with Gabi. She loved to take me hiking. Squaw Peak, North Mountain, the heart walk up South Mountain. I was like her little buddy. On one of these hikes, I was foolish to run down the mountain ahead of her. I tripped and face planted into a rock. I don’t think I have ever bled more than I did that day and thankfully she was there to take care of me. I still have a small scar on my scalp and whenever I shave my head I get this sweet little reminder of Gabi’s nurturing care.

Gabi was like a second mother to me. But as I grew up, I realized that Gabi was like a second mother to a lot of people. Gabi never had children of her own but she loved children. Gabi radiated compassion. Gabi was always there for her family and friends.

Gabi loved to travel. She got to see a fair amount of this world but many of her trips were to Mexico to visit extended Family. I was lucky enough to make a few of those trips with her. One of the most memorable was when I was 8 years old. My mom sent me away to spend the summer with Pika and Christina, who were living in Mexico City at the time. At one point during that summer we rendezvoused with Gabi, Charlie and Rickey in Cancun. What followed was a week or two of coral reef snorkeling, island hopping, Mayan ruin exploring and living vicariously through my party animal uncles who spent every morning recovering from the night before and humming the hottest disco tracks of 1993 - “Give it away, give it away, give it away now”, if I do recall. I saw a sting ray, ate fresh barracuda on some random island, got my hair braided with beads and I got a shark tooth necklace! My mind was blown. A whole new world was opened up to me because my aunts were gracious enough to take me under their wings.

Backing up to the braided hair for a moment - Gabi loved to do peoples hair. And she was horrible at it! She bleached my hair, gave me high lights, gave me a bowl cut, all of the above and I always came out looking ridiculous. This was Gabi’s one flaw - she thought she was some amazing hair dresser and she had an entire flock of nieces, nephews and grand children to victimize. Gabi wouldn’t love that I’m bringing up this dark and twisted side of her but in all honesty I sure wish I could get a haircut from her one more time.

Gabi and I shared a birthday. And when I turned 10 she forced me to pause and embrace it. She said “you’re 10! That is a whole decade!” That moment with her really stuck with me - to take pause and embrace life.

Gabi loved to learn. Gabi was the first in her family to graduate from college. She earned her degree with the honors of Summa Cum Laude. That is Latin. It means with highest distinction - perfection.

Gabi loved to shop. Not that she was a shopaholic but she loved getting gifts for her friends and family and especially gifts for the kids.

Gabi loved taking pictures. Gabi loved Facebook. Gabi loved sharing pictures on facebook. She would just unload her entire camera roll... it didn’t matter if one of us were in the background picking our nose or looking stupid, it was going up - with tags.

She loved to share her life and she appreciated that her life didn’t need to appear perfect.

Gabi loved her work. She really was truly happy with her profession and the friend’s and colleagues she had at her work.

Gabi loved Bill. Her amazing husband and soulmate. I remember Gabi all too well in her dating years trying to find Mr. Right. I was just a kid but I understood her loneliness and longing for a partner. You truly completed her Bill. I remember your wedding. It was such a happy day.

Gabi loved her family. She lived for family. She was, by all accounts, the bead rock of our family. Every Christmas, every thanksgiving, every Mother’s Day, birthdays - Gabi was there organizing our family together. Even in this very Church she came to every choir recital, first communion and graduation for me, Christina and my brothers.

When Gabi was first admitted into the hospital I could tell she wasn’t in the mood to communicate much because she didn’t have any good news to report. She never liked spreading bad news. Gabi was one of the most positive and optimistic people I’ve ever known.

The circumstances of Gabi’s final days were horrible. She was scared and alone in a Covid unit for 5 long weeks. Moments before she was intubated, Gabi’s last words to her husband Bill were: “everything is going to be ok” as she waved to him over FaceTime. As terrible as the circumstances were I think it is important to state the Gabi did not die alone. Thankfully circumstances improved enough for her to have emergency visitors. She was in the company and loving embrace of her closest loved ones as she took her last breath.

I cannot grasp the terror Gabi lived through in those long days of isolation. Reflecting on her own life. Not knowing if she should say good bye her loved ones - not wanting to say good bye. None of us were prepared to lose Gabi. Gabi wasn’t prepared to leave us.

Gabi’s only connection to the outside world was through her phone. The last thing Gabi ever posted on her Facebook was a quote on legacy, I feel inclined to recite it here today because I think Gabi would have wanted that and it speaks so perfectly to her own legacy:

You may think that you are completely insignificant in this world. But someone drinks coffee every morning from their favorite cup that you gave them. Someone heard a song on the radio that reminded them of you. Someone read the book you recommended, and plunged headfirst into it. Someone remembered your joke and smiled, returning home from work in the evening. Someone loves himself a little more, because you gave them a compliment. Never think that you have no influence whatsoever. Your trace, which you leave behind with even a few good deeds, can not be erased.

Gabi loved her life and she certainly spent every waking moment of her life as a beacon of positivity and love. The world is a much darker place without Gabi but we all still have a long hike ahead of us and when we fall we still have our wonderful memories of Gabi to pick us up, dust us off and help us make it to the top and back home again. My she rest in piece.

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2020/09/06
13:58 UTC

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Just joined, I just wrote this for my brother, what do you think? Too long?

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2020/07/19
02:24 UTC

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Just joined, I just wrote this for my brother, what do you think? Too long?

Good morning (afternoon?) I would like to start this off by expressing my gratitude. First, to everyone sitting here today, that has come to celebrate the life of (his name was Mason) . In these uncertain times when being out public among so many other people, wearing masks, Maintaining social distancing, all while grieving and trying to keep it together, is daunting for us all. I recognize that it might be more appealing to be... Literally anywhere else. So thank you for being here today, and for your cooperation in keeping us all safe and together.

Secondly, I'd like to express my gratitude to (our sister) Brittany, who has been the backbone of our family while dealing with with this loss. She has been a pillar of strength and courage, facing our loss head on and making sure that everything from the photos and music, the food, final resting place and everything else from start to finish were taken care of. Every detail from the first phone calls to our final goodbye has Brittanys love and strength all over it. So, thank you sister. I love you.

Finally, I'd like to express gratitude to all of those who made it possible to even be here. Preparing for the inevitable is something that people really don't think about until something happens. Usually in seasons of age or illness. Preparing to lose someone so young and vibrant so suddenly... There's just no way that anyone can plan for it. As a community, and a church family, as Masons family and his "other family" (because we know that Mason didn't JUST have friends, but he had real family in every place he went), and even those who didn't know him personally, only though us that remain, many of you have given of yourselves to make sure that we would be OK, and we are so, so grateful. We thank you all.

For those of you that don't know me, I am Masons oldest sister Amber. I am 10 years, 11 months and one day older than him. My jobs as a big sister are to fiercely love and protect my younger siblings. To be the one that screws up first, so they know how to cover their tracks better when it's their turn. To be the first expierence in parenting for our mom and dad, so they could learn though raising me, the ins and outs of raising them (though, to be fair, there wasn't as much time between me and Britt and there was between us and Mason, but I did my best in those first 13 months, I'm sure). It was also my job to babysit, which any one in our house could tell you... I wasn't great at. Change diapers. Sit through endless hours of Blues Clues, Finding Nemo and Sponge Bob Square pants. To play, but that was definitely more of a pleasure than a job. To be the guardian of the memories that they gave me, that they were to young to keep for themselves, and share them at the most embarrassing times, of course. To be present in their lives. That's a very, very important job. G (my oldest) , H(my sisters oldest) and J(my little cousin, an oldest child) , I hope you are all listening, because you are the oldest, these are your jobs too.

As mentioned before, I was 10 when mom told us she was having another baby. I remember her getting kicked by Star, a Grey horse we had that led to her finding out about our impending doom, OOPS, HER PREGNANCY, that SAYS her pregnancy (right there, ha!). Anyway, the cake they bought us as an announcement , a rocking horse in pink and blue frosting that said "pink or blue, may your wishes come true". It took me and Brittany a minute to figure it out, but as soon as we did I ran through the neighborhood screaming at everyone that "we're having a baby, we're having a baby!". Mom choose Winnie the pooh for a nursey theme. I remember the clothes and blankets, and the stuffed animals, even the little sections of wallpaper, the borders in his room. I remember sleeping on the floor in the hospital the night he was born, I fell asleep in the waiting room watching TV and then dad woke us up and asked if we were ready to meet our little brother. I was so excited. He was so small. He was perfect. I remember being called "Abber" and "mmmmbar" for a looong time. I think Britt had it a little harder, it was either "braaat" "bit" or "nittney" for her. Oh gosh... My favorite thing was when he would fart and say "excuse me butt" but it would come out "scue we butt". So stinking cute!

Getting older, Mason was a parrot. He inadvertantly learned a colorful vocabulary from his older sisters, who were just figuring out cuss words and the proper placement of them in sentences, right about the time he was learning to talk. Got us in trouble for that too... A lot. There was also good long year when Nick Carter and Kevin Richardson of the Backstreet Boys we're just SOOOOO hoooot (Masons words, for real, because... It's what I said All. The. Time.) and "I want it that way" was (one of, if not the first) the actual radio song he memorized because I listened to it 24/7. And... Of course, another favorite, N*SUCK instead of N'SYNC because he took my side in mine and Brittany's Backstreet Boys VS. N'SYNC feud.

Mason was curious. Even when he was told to go away, because we were having a girls only sleepover. I would feel those beedie baby blues staring at me though the door, he wanted to come in and do whatever we were doing, no matter what, which resulted in many heinous makeovers, never in his favor. I bet you've never known anyone that was so curious to know how vacuums work, that he put his head inside one of those old school canister style ones, and got stuck? Oh wait, you did know him! Yeah. We didn't realize at first that he was stuck, and then when we did Brittany ran outside to get mom for help, while I was trying to bodily shake that vacuum off of him, screaming at the vacumm to "let go of my brother NOW!!!". Ah... Good times. Good times.

Mason loved affection. He ALWAAAYS wanted hugs and kisses. Dad, J(sisters husband) and my first "real" boyfriend (who shall remain nameless) learned the hard way to do that thing guys do where they, ummm, turn there knees juuust off to the side to protect... Areas... Because when that kid came running at you full bore his head was juuust the right height... And he was gonna get that hug no matter what... Yeah. cough It would never fail, that if one boy got a kiss, Mason would also get one. He made sure of it. Loudly. But not from the boys, just the girls. Boys got hugs and high 5's.

I could go on and on with my memories of that kid. That is one of my jobs, after all. The one job, my biggest regret now, the one I didn't do, was to be present. Mason was 11 when I got married and moved away. Far away... Multiple times. I didn't get to see him grow into a teenager, a high schooler or a man. The only real time we got to spend together after my own adult life began was just after last Christmas, when he came home with us to California and stayed with us for 9 days. It was a great trip. He played with mine and S's (my husband) kids, and really got to know them. He worked with G(son) and his new skateboard and spent HOURS playing pokemon go with him. He worked with A(daughter) and her new rollerskates and taught her how to make a YouTube video of herself learning to skate, and... Well he tied A(other daughter) to a chair and tickle tortured her, but she didn't get skates or a skateboard so... It was fair. I guess it was some kind of payback for all the times I did the same to him. We spent my birthday, the first one in 12 years, together. We went out on a boat and watched dolphins, we hoped to see a whale but we never did. We were supposed to go again this summer. He dreamed about joining the Army. He wanted to go join soon as he got back home, so he could get stationed over by us. So he could be there to help, when my husband would have to go away on a ship in the next year. He was worried about how hard things would be for me (MS, kids, alone?), he wanted to be close by to make up for lost time and get to be close to eachother again, and he wanted to be the cool uncle, because his neices and nephews meant the world to him. We studied MATH, of all things, getting him ready to go take the placement test. Oh, I also got him to eat CABBAGE AND SALSA AND LIKE IT.

As life goes on for me, I will treasure these happy and funny memories. They've fueled me for the last nearly 5 months. They're what's keeping the sadness at bay. Though it was too often at a distance, I loved him, as only a big sister can. I know that each of you, in your own ways, loved him too. Yes, even in his more... Colorful moments. But I honor you for loving him. For him loving you.

I love you Mason. Say hi to grandpa and give him a kiss for me. See you SOON (or I'll be seeing you?)

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2020/07/19
01:57 UTC

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2020/03/04
18:00 UTC

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Bye Dad

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2020/01/30
02:16 UTC

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My father's eulogy

Thank you all for coming today.
Like all human beings, our father was a complex man. He presented a tough outer shell, but really he was just a bewildered, vulnerable little boy at the core. He presented a strong and stubborn façade to the world. He hid how sensitive and insecure he really was, and often used a gruff exterior as a defense mechanism to avoid getting hurt. Growing up with a lot of brothers and one sister in an austere household driven by post-depression frugalness, he learned early on that being independent and inventive was key to survival. One of his proudest life achievements was installing the indoor plumbing in his childhood home early in his teenage years.
He was a natural extrovert, always seeking to befriend anyone that had the time to talk to him. He looked for ways to assist the least of his brethren, stopping to help anyone he encountered that had car trouble, was hitchhiking, or anyone who was homeless, the infirm, or the most vulnerable of our society. However, like his father before him, his philosophy was that his closest family was naturally able to take care of themselves, and the individuals that needed a hand-up and his assistance were the friends he hadn’t met yet. As his children, we were often expected to deal with life’s challenges and adversities with maturity and a grown-up approach, even though we were still very young children. As a result, we have become four fiercely independent adults, with very clear ideas on how to circumnavigate the road of life and take the lumps and hits from life in stride. For that, we are extremely grateful.
As a career firefighter, our dad was a hero every day at work. This is one of the roles that he most loved to play. He bravely ran into burning buildings as others ran away or stood on the sidewalk, watching in shocked fascination. He also was a trained Emergency Medical Technician (EMT), which means he faced situations involving serious injury or even death on a regular basis. He preached safety to us, and insisted we knew the rules of safe driving. He always told us that a policeman friend of his said that he had never unbuckled a dead person, and he underscored that message of safety to us until it was fully ingrained in us. In his quest to make us independent and self-reliant, he also taught all of us to drive before it we were legally allowed to do so, as well as how to change a flat tire, change our own oil, jump a dead battery, and roll-start a standard transmission vehicle.
Dad was always willing to stop whatever he was doing to help others. One frigid but sunny Sunday morning, the family was on the way to church when we spotted smoke. Much to our dismay and horror, we discovered the Paola Library was on fire. Dad immediately stopped the car and grabbed his trusty coveralls from the trunk, which were always stowed there (just in case), and grabbed a hose from one of his fellow firefighters from the Paola Volunteer Fire Department. The men were valiantly attempting to fight the fire from the front of the building, but Dad assessed the situation and clambered on the roof, chopped a hole through the shingles and inserted the hose to douse the fire from above, which ultimately was the act that saved the building.
Those of you that knew our father know that he was never without his leather plier holder, pocketknife and multi-tool on his cowboy belt, whether he was attending a wedding, a funeral, or a football game. He was not ashamed to whip out one of those tools to offer whatever assistance was needed, whether it was to cut a slice from a cheese block at a restaurant, fix a squeaky church pew, or clean his fingernails.
He was one tough SOB and had a very high threshold of pain. Once, while working on the pig farm with a brand-new pocket-knife, dad accidentally cut his shin. Noticing it was deep and required stitches, he walked to the house, grabbed a needle, some black thread, some alcohol and a match. He lit the match by running it over the back of his blue jeans he was wearing, then sterilized the needle by passing it over the flame and proceeded to stitch up his injury with tiny, neat stitches. He then calmly went back to work a full day. When we protested, he reassured us that the cut severed the nerves, so it really didn’t hurt. Never mind the psychological trauma endured by watching him conduct a surgical procedure on himself without painkillers!
Like most Gangels, Dad was an avid football fan. He was very proud of the fact that he was the captain of his high school football team. As a matter of fact, this achievement was listed on his resume. We are not joking. Remember that he installed the indoor plumbing at his parent’s house? He also had that on his resume-yes, the fact that he installed the toilet at his parent’s house was on his resume. Again, not joking.
Our dad was known for his work ethic. As our cousin Mark points out, working a half day with Dad was a mere 12 hours. Our dad once complained while we were on vacation that we were going to “burn an hour” if we stopped to eat breakfast. Mark quipped that he would hate to burn an hour while we were on vacation!
Dad had a very old-school view of women, and how to interact with them. Dad was infamous for bowing before any female he was getting introduced to and kissing her hand, much to his children’s mortification and dismay. Dad was a large man. He was 6’4” tall and had hands the size of dinner plates. Dad was always hard to keep pace with, due to his long legs and inhumanely lengthy strides. Dad liked to tell the story of 4-year-old Sherry going on a solo adventure, or, as he tells it, The Day That Sherry Ran Away. Once he found her, he angrily turned towards home with her trotting gamely alongside him, struggling to keep up. Sherry finally piped up and said, “Dad, I am kind of hot.” He realized that Sherry was taking three strides for his every one, and then tenderly stooped to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way home.
Dad was a devout Catholic…until he wasn’t. He discovered Lord of Life (or as we call it, LOL) Lutheran Church, which soon became his church family. Dad was very proud of his mission trips he took with the church, but especially his service in Haiti, and we hear from church members that his contributions and energy during mission trips rebuilding shelters was legendary. He also took many trips to the mountains of Colorado with his Band of Brothers Men’s group, which he enjoyed immensely. We are very happy that Dad found acceptance and support in his membership at this beautiful church.
We truly loved Dad. He sometimes did not accept that love, and sometimes behaved in ways that made it difficult to love him, but, we always honored the man he was aspiring to be and understood his frustration when he fell short of his goals. We hope that he is at a place where he found the riches and abundance he was always after, but seemed to elude him during his life. Rest in Peace, Dad. We love you.

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2019/09/07
16:45 UTC

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Keeping it REAL! Man insults woman's culture he's never met AT HER OWN FUNERAL!

Son delivers a heartfelt eulogy for his mother and a guy gets up to comment, who doesn't know the family or the deceased, and gives nothing less than TRUMP TRUTH! Priceless!

https://youtu.be/dVzuuSXUVbg?t=7m39s

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2017/03/30
02:26 UTC

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Fire Thief - Eulogy (Prod. by B-Daz) [UNRELEASED!!!]

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2016/10/10
03:58 UTC

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Why doesn't anything in here tell me anything about anything?

Eulogy: a speech or writing in praise of a person or thing, esp. a set oration in honor of a deceased person.

Ten minutes into this, I still don't know anything more about philoj or Necrophiliac, and either way, I don't see ReligionOfPeace here anywhere.

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2009/07/21
00:29 UTC

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RIP Crowed/JohnStanier/Wrenchhands/NyVaNH/Cuntsmellersinc/Csectionsodomy

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2009/07/18
18:07 UTC

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R.I.P. Rap Music

Soulja Boy fucking sucks.

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2009/07/18
05:46 UTC

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Necrophiliac :-(

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2009/07/18
05:42 UTC

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