Eulogy Examples For Grandfather

What do you say in a eulogy for your grandfather?

The first thing to remember is that if you are writing a eulogy for your Grandfather, then you meant something to him. You were key in his life and the memories you shared are yours, nothing you write or say can change what you meant to him and the family.
I’m so sorry for the loss of your grandfather. The only way I can help is by bringing together some of the most appropriate funeral speeches for grandfathers I can find to hopefully give you some inspiration whilst you are on this writing journey. You might not be an expert at writing and to be honest, that doesn’t matter The genuinely love you had for your grandfather will shine through as long as you take some time to write your words and feeling down.

If you need some guidance, I have included some tips from professional writers below, this includes templates and also a link to their service if you would like some extra help.

If I can help anymore, please do let me know. If you would like to share your eulogy here, to help others, I would be honoured. Sending best wishes to you and your family.

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Eulogy Examples For Grandfather

Grandson’s Heartfelt Eulogy for Grandfather

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I wrote a little stuff down. I had to do that so I can remember all the stuff that I would like to say about him. Robert Elton Buddy Fairchild was by all definitions of the term a true Southern gentleman. He made friends with complete strangers wherever he went. And he had friends all over the place. I can’t say how many people I’ve met over the years knew him. He would help out anyone in need and give you the shirt off his back. He really was a true friend and I’m very blessed to have had him as my “bud bud”. Bud bud was my grandfather, but he was really more like a second father to me.

After my dad had an accident that left him paralyzed, we moved in with Nana and Bubba for a while when our house was being built. I’m not positive but I believe this is where my and Bubba’s relationship really took off. I was 2-years old and he was larger than life. He became my best friend. As I grew older, I remember being so excited when I was as tall as his shoulders. I don’t know…it was always funny. But he was the biggest man in the world for me. I loved sitting on his lap and talking to him. I would have him tell me stories of the good old days of Transylvania and of his childhood. We really talked a lot and that never changed. You can ask Nana and mom or my wife… He would start out a conversation between us all and by the end of lunch, he and I would end up in the back of the house talking for hours about farming and the new gun he just got or was about to get. Between him and uncle Ben, they were my two favourite people in the world to talk to. I’m sure gonna miss the talks but I sure know the two of them are up there together.
My brother Gabe and me went hunting with Bubba plenty before he took deer hunting in Texas and Gabe shot his first deer with him. When I was probably12 or so, we got in the country club. He built us a camp on an old trailer house. A trailer house wasn’t built well enough for him. This thing was put together right. He really enjoyed setting that camp up for us boys. I think either Blaine or Matthew dubbed it by bubba’s roost. He would wake up early every morning and have his breakfast made and jab at us asking, “boys are y’all gonna sleep all day?”

The times with him at that camp were some of the best of my life. He was so giving of himself and of his time. He was always there for us no matter what. We never had to want to watch much football with bud around. I wish there was some way I could repay him for all he did. I’m so thankful that for the last few years I’ve been able to farm some of his lands. It really meant the world to me and made me proud when he or uncle Ben would pay me a compliment. I really love farming but ever since I came back to the farm six years ago, I’ve had the urge to plant cotton. I grew up around it. My whole life and between him and dad I just missed it. But a lot of it had to do with I wanted to make bud proud. So, I planted my first cotton crop this spring and I knew he was excited about it. He helped me find the picker that I brought from his good friend Mr Donald Gregory. I was really looking forward to him riding with me this fall. I had the feeling he’ll be there.

I’m gonna miss our talk so much. I was telling mom last time…I’m sorry. I don’t know if I’ll ever not expect to see him sitting in his chair when I write on the corner at the back of his house looking down that long hallway. We both used to just love riding… A couple of times, we rode over to Vicksburg and up to Eagle Lake. It’s showtime where he would tell me about the old days on Henderson Island. He would stop by the lowest door and homeward store and would land just to talk to friends he knew. He knew all over the place. We rode from there up to highway 1 all the way past Lake Washington and across the river of Greenville and headed back to Transylvania. That was a nice ride. I was going through a tough spot in my life the first time we did that and we always talked about doing it again as soon as we had the chance.
But as life goes, we’re always “blowing and going” as he’d like to say, and we never got a chance to. I’d give anything to have the opportunity to make that ride one more time but you’re severely missed. But I know you’re in a better place. A place where the cotton yarns never end and the whites bite year-round.

Bud bud was a great man. I’m proud to have his blood running through my veins. My only wish is that one day I can be half the man he was.

Thank you all

Eulogy Example for Grandpa from Granddaughter

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Richard Brown – my grandpa. I know he was so many things to so many of you – my grandma he was her ‘prince charming’. To my dad Dave, he was his role model and to my aunts, Sherry and Shelly, he was their first love – so many. To so many of his friends, he was their pastor and shoulder to lean on. But to me, my grandpa was so much more than any of these things. He was my hero. He was the only person who could look at me with those big blue eyes and smile and all my fears would go away. I knew that when I was with him I would be okay.

Now for those of you who knew my grandpa well you knew that he was an avid camper hunter fisherman and so much more than that. If my grandpa could have lived at our property in the woods of Yosemite, he probably would have. We spent most of our summers and holidays there. And I got to watch as he and my dad built a cabin for all of us with their bare hands. It was about a three-hour drive to get to our property and the drive was always adventurous, to say the least. In fact, I’m not sure that there was ever a time where nothing broke down got stuck or the road was actually safe to drive on.

I remember one particular occasion when we were stopped on the side of the road because one of the trailers had something wrong with it. We were in the middle of nowhere and of course, I was scared and worried. I will never forget sitting there with my grandma and watching my dad and grandpa scratch their heads and try to fix the problem. My grandma knew I was nervous and so she leaned over to me and said, “Don’t you worry May, with your grandpa and your dad here. They can get us out of anything…” And right after she said that there was a huge boom and the tire was fixed! Grandpa and dad were master “Jimmy Riggers”. And that one comet has stuck with me all these years.

I always knew that my grandpa could protect me and get me out of any situation. Grandpa taught me how to fish, how to chop wood, how to walk on stilts and so much more. He was always the first one up in the morning so that when we woke up he would be back standing there with a box of fresh doughnuts. He taught me that drinking coffee is good for you because it grows hair on your chest and to never ever unscrew your bellybutton because your bottom would fall off. He showed me what true love was all about by treating my grandma like a princess and he taught me what true faith in God was when he watched the love of his life be taken away from him by cancer.

My grandpa was truly a man of wisdom and courage and he leaves behind him a legacy that will continue what he started. I watched him walk through many trials in his life and never once saw him waver on what he believed in, especially in these last few weeks as his illness took over his body. I sat through a lot of my grandpa’s sermon but the things that spoke to me the loudest were his actions.

Thank you, grandpa, for showing me how to live a life without compromise. Thank you for showing me what walking in humility and love is all about. I know my grandpa was not only an inspiration to me but to so many of you as well. So today, I am sure he would want you to leave here not in mourning but rejoicing in life. Norman Cousins once said, “Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we’re still alive. If anything, let today inspire you to live a life with no regrets.”

I love you, grandpa!

A Eulogy by the Grandchildren

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As everyone here knows, grandpa was an incredibly accomplished man. He was an outstanding philanthropist and dozens of boards were blessed with his membership and he received countless awards, including a Spurwink Institute humanitarian of the year. But we’d like to highlight another perhaps a lesser-known accomplishment based on our recollections grandpa must hold the record for most rides on Splash Mountain. That was a theme that kept coming up grandpa took me to Disney World and went on Splash Mountain over and over and over and over again.

It’s really incredible not only that grandpa was able to spend a couple of days one-on-one with us given how busy and active he was all the time but also how many sixty-year-old businessmen do you know of who would willingly get drenched at 7:00 in the morning for the 15th time in a row knowing full well that he would repeat the entire process next year with another grandchild. He was always thrilled to take the extra step to make his family happy.

Family was huge for grandpa, both metaphorically and literally. Having everyone not just get along well but really love each other and look forward to seeing each other was overwhelmingly important to him. Visiting Bronte at school in Kenyon he asked Hannah to come surprise her cousin. She said, “absolutely” and flew out with him. He had Hannah hide in the back of the van and told Bronte he had a present for her. When Hannah jumped out grandpa was so overjoyed at how happy his grandchildren were to see each other that he literally had tears in his eyes. It was the first time they had seen him cry.

Thanksgiving is a time that some families dread but for us it starts a week earlier with excited messages flying back and forth between us talking about what everyone’s been up to. We can’t wait to see everyone and what we’re going to do when we’re all together and of course there’s this camp Albert, family retreat on Great Diamond which is a highlight of everyone here.

The love that grandpa Al and grandma JJ had for each other fills this family and the most important legacy we have is the strong sense of family that he cared so much about and spent so much time and effort to foster. As Eden put it grandpa was a man who got what he wanted and what he wanted was to make people happy. If you ever drove with him he was not shy about giving directions frequently at the last minute possible and sometimes later you didn’t have a ton of time to think about what was going on, “take this left now” while driving with him despite the destination it wasn’t uncommon for grandpa’s directions to somehow lead to a local flower shop where grandpa Al would buy flowers for Grandma JJ. No matter how busy he was, grandpa would take the time to show his love for Grandma JJ and that love is very much reflected throughout his entire family.

Time is unfortunately limited here but we just want to talk about a few other indelible memories that grandpa left for all of us. Grandpa loved ice cream like Alexander said he would buy him more ice cream way bigger than his parents would have allowed. He took us all to McDonald’s and on my latest trip to Los Angeles I found myself ordering a Chicken McNugget for the first time in upwards of a decade and I’m not the only grandchild who’s doing this. He loved to hold your hand and when his Parkinson’s had reached the stage where he wanted assistance walking he would hold on long after reaching his destination and sitting down.

As part of his Spurwink Institute award all of the grandchildren at the time were asked to write a paragraph about him. And Karen, Hannah and Natalya are going to read some excerpts from ages 7, 7 and 4.
Grandpa was special because he spoils people, he’s a very good skier, he helps other people and takes us to McDonald’s a lot. Grandpa goes on a lot of adventures to different places. He likes the circus and took our cousins to one he’s need to be around and did a lot of fun things with us. He’s special because he’s my grandpa.

I once asked my daddy why grandpa Al has so many friends. My dad said that grandpa Al likes a lot of people and helps a lot of people. He loves me and I love him. He must know what it’s like to want something really badly, but it doesn’t just happen because he gives a lot of sadaqa. If I could give him anything in the world I’d give him love.

Grandpa was special because he takes us to McDonald’s a recurring theme. And he gives us candy and toys. He sleeps and snores sitting down. I watch TV with him. He loves me and I love him.

Thank you.

How to Write a Eulogy for Your grandfather

Speak Your Truth

You do not have to go out of your way to make your eulogy touching, funny, or inspiring. Just tell your truth respectfully. The natural emotional response that stems from your truth will be more meaningful than if you tried to force an emotional response from attendees. It will be heartwarming on its own.

Be yourself, speak your truth, and all will be well.

Let People Know Who He Was

Whether you called him “Grandpa,” “Grampy,” “Gramps,” or even “Pop,” you are one of a group of lucky people who had the opportunity to know him. Give some thought as to how you want people to remember him, too. Consider starting your eulogy by listing the reasons why you admired your grandfather. Describe his sense of humour, what he liked, and if he had any lovable quirks. Avoid accusing him of wrongdoing and bringing up negative traits.

Tell A Story

Emotions aside, the basis of a good eulogy is storytelling—an anecdote. An anecdote is a great way to give an example of how great your grandfather was or remember something about him. It may also help you work through the emotional stress of giving this speech. By revisiting something familiar to you, you don’t have to worry about coming off as insincere, writing a eulogy that feels like an essay, or being someone you’re not.

Just a simple story about thirty minutes in a family’s life can catch your audience’s attention. It lets them see more about who your granddad was.

Use Visual Aids

If you’re still stuck, look for visual aids. A photograph or even something your grandfather gave you can help you build a story. It will also help your audience connect to your words even more.

Eulogy Example

“My Granddad George was a powerhouse of a man. He worked two jobs until he was 66 and still trained other guys for the company after he retired. One day, when I was about 13 and visiting my grandparents, the president of the company called Granddad all irate and said, “You made a mistake, George! This document shows that you have the windows at 29″ off the floor. They need to be 36″ for safety.”

Granddad shot back, “Yeah, right, and the floor will collapse. Look again at the drawings!” He hung up in disgust. Grandma got very upset and worried, and she said to Granddad, “You’re going to lose your job, and then what will we do?” I sat there and didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say a thing. “Oh, he’s the fool,” Granddad said. “But he will admit when he is wrong, and he is wrong now. He’ll call back.”

Thirty minutes later, the phone rang again. Granddad’s eyes twinkled as he picked up the phone. It was his boss. “Ah, I see,” he said, “Sure, it’s not a problem. Why, sure.”

Grandma and I were on tenterhooks, but all we could do is to wait. Grandpa and his boss spoke on the phone for a good 15 or 20 minutes. When he finally hung up, he took a deep breath, and then he grinned. “I just got offered a promotion and a $50 a week raise. I saved the company a hundred thousand dollars!” he said, “We’re rich!” We laughed for hours, off and on, and Grandpa was probably more upbeat from then on out.”

Not Least

Bear in mind that your eulogy is not the only way that people will remember your grandfather. You do not have to recount his life from birth to death. The small chapter of his life that you are sharing is special to you and special to everyone.