Eulogy Example For Wife
We have gathered together some of the best eulogy examples read at funerals for wives that we could find to help you in your inspiration at this terrible time.
At the end of the page you will find some tips to help you write your wife’s eulogy as well as links to professional writers who can help. We hope this has helped in some small way and would appreciate any guidance or advice you can send to help others going through this terrible experience.
Wonderful Funeral Tribute From Husband To Wife
This is an example of a wonderful eulogy, where the husband passionately describes what he learned about his wife through the years, and how she made life better for him.
At the engagement I was going to use the song “Once In Love with Amy”, but through hearing stories of all the times that’s been her song I knew there just wasn’t one thing right about it and that was that title “Once in Love with Amy”. That doesn’t sit right with me. To me, it’s forever in love with Amy. Amy had an awesome appreciation for a descriptive story. She read me lengthy passages from novels that painted vivid pictures of not only the physical surroundings but also the emotion of the characters involved.
She loved the imagery drawn into those words and, by those words, Amy deserves such a story now and I really think that we’re hearing that story. She knows I will try and try to tell part of that story right now and she’s going to be so proud when we were cuddled in bed, with another day behind us. She was almost asleep. I would whisper I love you Amy and if she needed reassurance for whatever reason that night, she would ask to say it again. Tom, she had me repeat that over and over and she wanted me to use her name each time “Amy I love you” was comforting her in a beautiful serenade.
As she slept, many nights “Amy I love you” in this world – every life is a journey, each has a different beginning and a different ending. And there are so many paths in between, I am so happy to have had my journey match hers for the past 13 years and married for the last two that is 13 years of happiness and sadness that we experienced together. And with many of years full of stories we lived, it wasn’t fiction.
I can look back to those years full of enduring memories because it could have been just ten years or five years or one year that we had together. But we had our 13 years – Amy and I were blessed with that incredible time we had. So many moments of stupidity and genius and let you guess, who to and we laughed boy, did we laugh because to her laughter is the truest indication of why we were given life. We had taken some evenings and talked about this unforeseen reality it was going to be decades from now. But we talked about this despite having no other reason than eventualities we talked about the end of our lives, we talked about everything like the rings that I have to wear because she told me to wear them, we talked about the morning and even moving on she was the driving force behind those conversations and I stand here strong because of her desire for us to have those difficult pots, but I am still left with a void inside me.
I will miss hearing Amy’s voice and feeling her touch and knowing her compassion and making her smile and letting her smile rub off on me that is the biggest void I’ve ever known, but that void is not empty. Amy always looked at life like she saw it for the first time. A glimmer in her eye and a smile on her face exposed her overwhelming sense of hope. She embodied the pleasure of living life. We often took advantage of the freedom we had to explore what life had to offer. Together we created many great odd stories and having had stories meant we made our lives interesting. We sometimes sat together on a couch in our home and talked about those stories.
We talked until we found the root of our happiness together. Sometimes it was just random luck, other times it was calculated to surprise such as the Barry Manilow trip. Either way, we looked for the story that we would tell others. Amy loved how children really enjoy the life that they have. She loved to listen to them, talk about everyday discoveries she wondered why adults make life more complicated than it needs to be.
Sometimes life is a simple gift and she made sure that the two of us never forgot that innocent love for others that we had at the beginning of our journey. Amy always gave, however, much more than what she had to offer, no matter what. The cost of her final offer now provided us a great gift in the days, since her passing the usual barriers in relationships have crumbled. I’ve been able to talk to so many people in my life. At a much more meaningful level than ever before she had wondered if we really believed in something greater than us. Why are we so guarded against each other? Amy knew how important it was to create the little moments in life. She made sure we hugged a lot. The last thing is either of us walked out the door was a hug and, in exchange for I love you, the first thing when we were back together was a hug and an ‘I love you. Those little moments are now the biggest memory I have. They surpassed all the other times because they happened regularly, every day during all the time we had together.
Right now the natural reaction is to ask why was she taken and that’s a source of sadness and this is a time to be sad and as we roam this earth we will not be able to answer that question of why she was taken. So I find comfort in knowing to ask why was she here. And that question has many answers and those answers are happy to remember I’m glad I wrote this down otherwise we’d be here till next week.
Amy usually put together a lunch for me in the morning. She loved to take care of me before I left for work and she liked to include notes in those lunches as you do with your children and just a way to show your love and every note put a smile on my face. I am so lucky to have kept some of those notes. I know there’s one sitting on my desk at work right now, waiting for me when I get back so that I know she’s with me. And every day at work Amy would call simply to say ‘I love you. And she called at the end of the day to check in wondering when I would be home. Amy told me she wasn’t rushing me, she just wanted to have dinner ready for us when I got there.
Wherever we were, we were there together. You are with me now, in my heart, my mind, and my soul forever. And I am with you in your spirit. As it lives on in all of us.
As I always ended those phone conversations at the end of the day, I said I’ll be home soon and she would always ask how soon is ‘soon. Sometimes it was longer sometimes, it was shorter – ‘but how soon is soon?’. Amy, this time it may take me a while to get there, what I promise when I am close, I will call so you can get everything ready for us.
Amy, I love you!
Thank you all for being here.
George H.W. Bush’s Emotional Eulogy For Wife Barbara Bush
This emotional tribute was delivered, when, to one of only two women in the history of the United States to have her husband and son elected president, was laid to rest in Texas.
As I stand here today to share a few words about my mom, I feel her looming presence behind me and I know exactly what she’s thinking right now. “Jeb keep it short don’t drag this out. People have already heard enough remarks. And most of all, don’t get weepy.” Remember I’ve spent a deck of decades laughing and living a life with these people and, that is true, Barbara Bush filled our lives with laughter and joy and in the case of her family, she was our teacher and role model on how to live a life of purpose and meaning on behalf of our family. We want to thank the thousands and thousands of expressions of condolence and love for our precious mother. We want to thank mom’s caregivers for their compassionate care in the last months of her life. I want to thank Neil and Maria for their next-door family love of our parents and thank John and Susan for their eloquent words.
Meacham, you might have been a little long but it was beautiful. We want to thank Russ and Laura for their friendship and pastoral care of our parents and we want to thank all that are gathered here to celebrate the life of Barbara Bush.
Now it is appropriate to express gratitude because we learned to do that at a very early age. You see, our mom was our first and most important teacher, who would sit up and look people in the eye. Please say ‘please’ and ‘thank you. Do your homework. Quit whining and stop complaining, eat your broccoli, yes, dad she said that. The little things we learn became habits and they led to bigger things like be kind, always tell the truth, never disparage anyone, serve others, treat everyone as you would want to be treated and love your God with your heart and soul. What a blessing to have a teacher like that 24/7.
Now to be clear, her students weren’t perfect. That’s an understatement. mom got us through our difficult times with consistent take it to the bank, unconditional but tough love she called her style. A benevolent dictatorship, but honestly it wasn’t always benevolent
When our children got a little older, they would spend more time visiting their Gampy and Gany. All it would take would be one week and when they came home, all of a sudden they were pitching in around the house. They didn’t fight as much and they were actually nice to be with. I attribute this to the unbridled fear of the Gany lecture and the habit-forming effects of better behaviour, taking hold even in her 90s, mom could strike fear into her grandchildren, nephews, nieces, and her children. If someone didn’t behave, there were no safe spaces or micro-aggressions allowed with Barbara Pierce Bush but in the end every grandchild knew their Gany loved them.
We learned a lot more from our mom and our Gany we learned not to take ourselves too seriously. We learned that humour is a joy that should be shared. Some of my greatest memories are participating in our family dinners with mom, when mom would get into it most of the time with George w’s.
You might imagine and having us all laughing to tears we learned to strive to be genuine and authentic by the best role model in the world for authentic, plastic pearls, her not calling her hair. By the way, she was beautiful. Till the day she died, her hugging of an HIV/AIDS patient at a time when her own mother wouldn’t do it for standing by her man with a little rhyming poetry in the 1984 election and a thousand other ways Barbara Pierce Bush was real and that’s why people admired her and loved her. So, finally, our family has had a front-row seat for the most amazing love story through a multitude of moves from New Haven to Odessa to Ventura to Bakersfield to Compton to Midland to Houston to DC to New York to DC to Beijing to DC to Houston to DC back to Houston and Kennebunkport.
Their love was a constant in our lives. My dad is a phenomenal letter writer and he would write mom on their wedding anniversaries, which totally was an amazing 73 years. Here’s one of them written on January 6, 1994. Will you marry me, oops, I forgot we did that 49 years ago. I was very happy on that day in 1945 but I’m even happier today. You have given me joy that few men know you have made our boys into men by balling them out and then right away by loving them. You’ve helped Darla be the sweetest greatest daughter in the whole wide world.
I have climbed the perhaps the highest mountain in the world but even that cannot hold a candle to being Barbara’s husband. Mum used to tell me now George don’t walk ahead, little did she know I was only trying to keep up with Barbara Pierce from Rye New York.
I love you the last time my mom went into the hospital. I think dad got sick on purpose so that he could be with her. That’s my theory, at least, because literally a day later he showed up with an illness, he came into her room and when she was sleeping and held her hand, his hair standing straight up. He had on the mass to improve his breathing. He was wearing a hospital gown, in other words, he looked like hell. Mom opened her eyes and said, “My god George you are devastatingly handsome,”
Every nurse doctor staffer had to run to the hallway because they all started crying. I hope you can see why we think our mum and our dad are our teachers and models for our entire family and for many others. Finally, the last time I was with her, I asked her about dying.
She was ready to go. She said without missing a beat. She said, “Jeb I believe in Jesus and he is my Saviour. I don’t want to leave your dad but I know I’ll be in a beautiful place.”
Mom we look forward to being with you and Robin and all of God’s children. We love you.
Raise your head now in prayer for just a moment.
Short But Heartfelt Eulogy For Wife From Husband
NBA coach Monty Williams eulogises her late wife, Ingrid William, in this short but heartfelt tribute.
This is hard for my family but this will work out. And my wife would punch me if I were to sit up here and whine about what’s going on. That doesn’t take away the pain but it will work out because God causes all things to work out. You just can’t quit, you can’t give in. See, the Bible says Satan comes to steal, kill, and destroy.
It is true. All you got to do is look around. You get outside of these walls and you know it’s true. ‘This will work out’ doesn’t mean it’s not hard, doesn’t mean it’s not painful, does it mean, we don’t have tough times and we’re going to have tough times. What we need is the Lord and that’s what my wife tried to exhibit every single day.
Oh, I’m going to close with this and I think it’s the most important thing that we need to understand everybody is praying for me and my family which is right but let us not forget that there were two people in this situation and that family needs prayer as well and we have no ill will towards that family. In my house, we have a sign that says as for me and my house we will serve the Lord. We cannot serve the Lord if we don’t have a heart of forgiveness.
That family didn’t wake up wanting to hurt my wife’s life. It is hard, It is very hard, and that was tough, but we hold no ill will towards the Donaldson family, and we as a group of brothers, united in unity should be praying for that family because they grieve as well.
So, let’s not lose sight of what’s important. God will work this out. My wife is in heaven. God loves us. God is love. When we walk away from this place today, let’s celebrate, because my wife is where we all need to be and I’m envious of that, but I got five crumb snatchers I got to deal with.
I love you guys for taking time out of your day to celebrate my wife. We didn’t lose her. When you lose something, you can’t find it. I know exactly where my wife is I’ll miss holding her hand. I’ll miss talking with my wife.
Sam and coach Donovan probably couldn’t figure out why I always wanted to get out of the office. I always wanted to get out of the office. I just enjoy being with my wife. I enjoy being with my family. And most of the times, we didn’t do anything. We would just be at the house sitting around doing nothing. I’m going to miss that. Let’s not lose sight of what’s important. God is important. What Christ did on the cross is important. Let’s not lose sight of that family that also lost someone. That they love.
I love you guys. I hope I get a chance to hug and shake a hand and give a kiss on the cheek but let’s keep what’s important at the forefront.