Memorial eulogy for grandpa

In order to do a good job in commemorating the deceased with practical actions, we need to prepare a eulogy. The eulogy is a highly ideological and realistic style of writing that allows people to express their grief and express their feelings through the performance of the deceased. Inspire those who come after you. So what kind of eulogy is good? The following is a memorial service eulogy for my grandfather that I compiled for you. You are welcome to learn from and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to you. Memorial service eulogy for my grandpa 1

At X time on X, month, X, xx year AD, the sky condensed and the mountains and rivers lost their color. My grandpa died without any illness and passed away on a crane, leaving us forever. Say goodbye to this family that is close to your heart and cannot be separated from you, and you have finished your glorious life, your difficult life, your evocative life, and your legendary life.

As the old saying goes: people live only seventy years old. Grandpa, although you lived to be eighty and four years old, your sudden death still brought an extremely dark fate to our big family. We could not suppress our grief, and our hearts were broken. We bid farewell to our dearest relatives, and neighbors and friends came one after another to express their condolences. The mourning shed is high-rise and the incense is curling up, remembering your noble character and integrity.

Grandpa: I remember when I was a child. We often fall asleep on your generous back. Every time we think of that solid and warm feeling, we feel even more happy and comfortable. When we were in kindergarten, you would always be the first to pick us up and buy us delicious food. After I entered elementary school, you would always give me pocket money. Later, when I grew up, I left your side. , went to other places to complete my studies. Every time I came home to see you during the holidays, your face wrinkled by years would always show a happy smile. Every time school started, you would always give me money and give me thousands of instructions, for fear that I have been wronged outside. Now I will never see your kind smile, nor hear your instructions. I will never have the opportunity to hold you a cup of hot tea or wash your feet.

Grandpa, you are gone. We can be reunited with the grandma who took the first step, but she left us with endless sorrow and longing forever. Grandpa, in the 84 spring and autumn years you spent in your life, there were no earth-shattering feats or great achievements that will last forever, but your valuable qualities will always inspire and move future generations. Your strong character, optimistic attitude towards life and frugal life style will become our greatest spiritual wealth, and will also be our spiritual motivation to keep making progress in the face of life and move forward in the face of difficulties.

Grandpa, your life has been a life full of ups and downs. It is a life of hard work, frugality, and hard work. It is an ordinary and unpretentious life. You have experienced turbulence, hardships, and hardships. You have dedicated your life's enthusiasm and youth to society, your family, your children and grandchildren, and your dedication. Gave it to everyone around me!

My grandfather spent his whole life farming, studying and passing down the family tradition. He taught his children well and was deeply respected by the villagers and elders. Influenced by your words and deeds, my parents were diligent and motivated, walked out of the house very early, supported themselves, and made satisfactory achievements in their respective jobs. Under the influence of my grandfather's words and deeds, our brothers also left their hometown and moved towards a broader stage of life through reading. In the past years, grandpa, you were a towering tree that protected us from wind and rain; in the hard days, grandpa, you were a cup of fragrant wine, giving us the strength to make progress; now when we grow up and become adults, Grandpa can no longer accompany us. Although he is sad, only lingering thoughts are in his heart; while he is crying, only the past events linger in front of him. What grandpa left us is deep sorrow, deep remembrance, and eternal longing. Your voice and smile will remain in the hearts of our descendants for a long time. Your many virtues will be a precious spirit that we will treasure forever. Wealth, your advice and teachings will always inspire us and nourish us, allowing us to walk more steadily and further on the road ahead.

At this time, as grandsons, we can only use these few words to comfort your soul in heaven, grandpa. I hope you will miss you with your relatives and friends on your way to heaven. Go leisurely with your blessings, and we will remember your kind smile among the tears and cypresses. Please forgive your grandsons for being unfilial and not being by your side when they died, which has become a lifelong regret. Life is as brilliant as spring flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

Grandpa: Your grandchildren will remember your kind smile; they will treasure your eternal trust; they will follow your example and be a person who is as sincere, objective, diligent and kind as you. .

Dear grandpa, solemnly and solemnly, have a good journey! Memorial speech for grandpa 2

At 6:02 on October 10th of the lunar calendar, grandpa passed away, eighty-four age. Beside his bed, there were my father and mother, my aunts and uncles, my brothers and sisters. His little son could not come back. His granddaughters all came back, and a grandson who was preparing for an exam also came back. I already had a premonition in my heart. After staying in the hospital for several months and suffering a lot, my strong and tough grandfather was still gone.

On the car ride back to Shanghai, there was no crying as expected, only unexpected calm. The thought in my heart is that grandpa finally doesn’t have to suffer anymore. No need to lie in the hospital bed every day. I thought, Grandpa has gone to heaven to enjoy his blessings. There is no need to be sad or sad. Grandpa is free.

Grandpa’s posthumous photo is very peaceful, as if he had never been sick, as if he had never suffered in those years. Grandpa has been honest and loyal all his life. He came down from the guerrilla battlefield and became a dedicated farmer. Therefore, many people came to pay their respects. We were still very calm, but we repeatedly said to those who didn't know how to comfort us that grandpa was already eighty-four years old and lived a long life, which was something to be happy about.

I think that the few months my grandpa was hospitalized may have gradually prepared the family mentally. The repeated notifications of critical illness have hardened our hearts. However, at the funeral, everyone's emotions were still overflowing, but I forced myself to suppress my emotions. I thought that the sadness might have passed so lightly, and all I had in my heart was the memory of my grandfather.

There are only a few pitiful memories of my grandfather in my mind. Because I didn’t grow up beside my grandfather, I can’t understand my grandfather’s words very well. I vaguely remember every time my grandfather spoke to me. My grandfather told me this story over and over again, until one day I finally understood it from my mother’s translation. Grandpa has always been in good health. When he is over 70 years old, he can still do many things and take care of his precious woods. A grandfather, such a healthy and strong grandfather, suddenly fell ill. The grandfather who liked to tell jokes and amuse the children suddenly lost his ability to speak. In the first few days of hospitalization, every time I visited my grandpa, he would tease me and greet others with his still-movable hand. But gradually, Grandpa became less and less energetic, and the hand pretending to wave his fist slowly turned into a begging-for-mercy waving hand. Grandpa really doesn’t like injections. The last time I went to the hospital to see him, his skin was mostly blue and purple, and needles were stuck in his fingers. Grandpa, who felt so uncomfortable, waved to me to say goodbye when I left.

Back in Shanghai, just for a short while when I recalled it, I suddenly broke down and cried loudly, as if I had just learned the news of my grandpa’s death, and I only realized it later.

I will never see my grandfather again. From now on, I can only offer incense and visit his grave. My grandfather, who survived so many critical illnesses, is still gone. I can no longer hear my grandpa calling me Xiao Chengzi loudly, I can no longer be frightened by the grasshopper in my grandpa’s hand, and I can no longer hear my grandpa telling me the story that has been repeated many, many times.

Grandpa, go well and enjoy your blessings in heaven, where there will be no annoying nurses and doctors, endless injections and endless medicines, only peace and happiness.