My grandfather died recently.
He had bowel cancer several years ago and he recovered, however within the last 4 months I guess it was discovered that it had made a come back and he was given two years to live. Xmas eve he was taken in to hospital and after a few days in hospital he passed over the xmas period. This obviously made for a somewhat less than happy xmas period however it gave me a lot of time to muse on death. A few days ago I attended his funeral which was nowehere near as bad as I had expected, I’d have liked to have been asked to speak at the occasion but I wasn’t. My brain however composed a eulogy anyways and it is written below:
"Simple thermodynanmics dictates that you can not get something for nothing, just as a car cannot be driven without expending fuel. So too it is not possible to live without dying.
As with the car the challenge is to get as far as possible with a tank of fuel, the challenge for us is to use our life as fully as possible to make most efficient use of it.
The question then becomes: “Did my grandfather do this?”
For me and I dare say all gathered here there is no doubt as to the answer, a resounding yes. My grandfather as a conversationalist was all that I can aspire to. I never held an interesting conversation with him where he didn’t contribute something, either a snippet of his quick (but never offensive) humour, some little fact that he picked up from a book or the newspaper, or just an opinion that helped to make you question or think a little differently.
He was an exceedingly well read man and this was evident in his love of a crossword, crosswords often became a family activity with many hours spent pouring over dictionary’s or reference books.
He was a man of many diverse hobbies: his collecting of antiques, walking, gardening, photography, wildlife, and the appreciation of the finer things in life (port, whisky etc etc). As if these things alone were not enough to count his life as well spent he was of course a family man.
He was a fine gentleman, and a fantastic host. I will always remember his ability to make people feel welcome in his home. As a family man my grandfather always found time to spend with grandchildren and to help educate us, be it on the finer points of port appreciation, or british history.
It is a testimony to the friendship offered by him that so many are gathered here today. And in reading the many sympathy cards that have been sent that word has cropped up more than any other “gentleman” It is that trait of the quiet polite gentleman that we will all remember him by.