The Eulogy

Last night I heard a grandfather powerfully eulogized his 13-year-old grandson. No grandfather ever should have to do that.

Ever.

As he spoke, his love for his grandson reached out and wrapped its arms around everyone in the audience. There wasn’t a dry eye in the church.

Then he asked all his grandson’s classmates to stand. They did. The grandfather challenged them to reach out to everyone in their school. To lift someone up, whether it be a smile, a fist-bump or some other act of kindness. He told the kids that they could change their school for that day. And then he asked they do it again the next day.

I’m not sure how many kids got it — but even if it was just one, it’ll change a life. And it’ll help heal pain. Pain that his grandson obviously felt.

It’s advice we all should live by.

I watched my own 13-year-old son stand-up and thought of his grandson. I can’t even imagine his pain.

Thunder rumbled outside. And then I heard the rain.

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One Response to The Eulogy

  1. Nathan Dunaway says:

    Thank you Marshall

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