Eulogy For Father

Without my uncle Donald, I would not be where I am today, I owe him everything, and all I must give him is love, but there isn't enough love in the world to show him how much he is loved by me. I will try to tell you about him as best I can, through my tears. My first real memory of my uncle Donald was age seven or eight. I spent most of my early years with my grandparents and Donald was there, and I am sure there was a lot of interaction between us, because I have always loved him, and as far back as I can remember, he was always the go to person in the home. No one dared make any major decisions without running it by my uncle Donald; he was always in on everything from the ground up. The whole family loved him and held in
No one was home but Donald and me. He was so angry because he did not want to leave me at home alone and time was fleeting. He told me he was going to have to get me dressed and take me with him because he didn't want to be late. We got me dressed, and then there was the hair. Oh, boy!! My hair was long and Donald was braiding it. I started squirming and whining because he was braiding it too tightly, which meant, my braids would not hang down on my shoulders. What did I say that for?!! He grabbed a hand full of my hair, pulled my head back and told me I had better be glad he was getting me ready to go with him and if I kept on complaining, he would leave me home
The organist played the Greek Medley, and when Donald stood up for his fraternity's hymn, I bounced up also. He politely put his hand on my head and pushed me back down into my seat. Donald was and still is the best cook in the family, and he taught me a lot about cooking. I always feel so proud when he compliments my food. Donald always helped my mom if she had any emergency situations after our father passed, he has always been there for all of the family when necessary, he was and still is very kind and has such a sweet and gentle manner about him. The whole family thought of him as a prince among princes and a king among kings. Now to explain my first sentence… My first husband was not a very nice man; I left him a number of times. The last time I did, I called Donald; he came to collect Shelli and me. When he got me to his house, he asked me if I had left for good, my answer was yes. He handed me $45.00, the cost of a divorce in 1963, and told me which lawyer to go to. He also said to me that I did not have to worry about my education, that he would personally pay my tuition so I could graduate from college. He gave me a home for my daughter and me, took care of my needs, and did indeed pay my tuition, and was sitting on the front row with my wonderful grandmother when I graduated. Donald has looked after me and taken care of