Eulogy Written for Grace

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*This was written by William and read at Grace's funeral which was a week after her death.*

Grace was a loving person who loved others more than herself. I met her two weeks ago formally and yet I had loved her for 2 years from afar. She was the light of my life and luckily she gave me the opportunity to give her the love only princesses deserve in fairytales. Yet to me, she was far better than a princess. She was Grace Caroline Loncar. Talented throughout theatre and choir. Beautiful with and without makeup. Lover of cats and dogs. She was the epitome of perfection in my eyes and I wish she could've seen herself the same way. 

I remember one specific night that Grace and I shared together and that's the day I had found out about Grace's battle against depression. We had hung out with her siblings and she gave me the pleasure of taking her first kiss. I held her close in my arms as I watched her slowly fall asleep that night and I listened to the sound of her breathing slow down which made my heart race. She awoke in the middle of the night and we talked about how she didn't want to drag me down with her and yet I insisted that she did. I loved her so much that I would save herself even if it meant deteriorating my own sanity. 

She taught me little things here and there. She taught me to be kind always because you never know the battle that someone is fighting. She taught me how to let loose and enjoy the little things in life. She taught me trust after I opened up to her about my personal stories. She taught me how to love greater than anyone can ever imagine. I hope she felt the same as I do towards her and even if she didn't I would still love her even after the day I die. I know she's in a better place because that's what she deserves. She deserves everything life can offer and much more. She deserves to rest for good instead of staying up through sleepless nights. She deserves to be happy instead of crying both on the inside and outside to keep herself sane. She deserves to be a blossoming strawberry in heaven's Strawberry Fields. 

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