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The Eulogy For Elan Jurado's Funeral
"If Elan could have his say at this time, we would not be having this service. He would not want us to sit around and talk about his life. Elan would consider this service a waste of the little time we have in our own lives. He would rather have us move forward than focus on the past.
But, this service is not for Elan! It is for those of us who know him and care about him. A funeral is for family and friends. It is a way to remember the strengths, virtues and art of those we loved and admired. Hopefully by remembering these qualities, we can better our own lives and the lives of others.
Because this service is for all of us, I am not going to give a eulogy that would attempt to sum up all my feeling and yours in one thought. That would be unfair to all of you. I would like to invite anyone up to the podium who would like to share their remembrances of Elan's life, art and humanity. all I ask is that you speak from the heart."
(At this point in the funeral, family and friends that wished to speak would say whatever came to their minds. Hopefully they could not hold back and the experience would be therapeutic.)
-Elan Jurado
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Thank you all for coming today. I have enjoyed being part of your lives, you made me feel loved and I appreciate that and I cherish our memories together. Before I go further I just want to remind you to plan to remember me every January 23rd, and you know it’s January 23rd because it’s blistering cold outside, and plan to remember me every Thursday because everything important happens on a Thursday, it’s like kittens, it just works out that way. I still want to be engaged with everyone. I want to encourage you, watch movies with you, solve mosaic mysteries with you, go ballooning with you, make music with you, go to burnt down Disney Land with you, enjoy holidays with you and be a part of your life. There will be brochures handed out at the end of the ceremony with instructions on how to actively remember me and create new memories of you and me together and portraits of me, not to display, but to talk to in order to create new and active memories. However, I am not opposed to the idea of surrogates. Please feel free to rename an item in your home as Brenda and address it as if it were me and carry it around and talk to it as if it were me. It’s important that you all actively remember me because I no longer have the ability to actively remember our lives together. Instead I have a limited amount of beautiful memories. All of you here today will have the ability to create an infinite number of new memories to share with each other at my next ceremony same time, same place, same day, next year.
At this time, in an orderly fashion, please feel free to step up to the casket and say good bye to my old body and remember to pick up your Creating Active Memories with Me brochure. Once again thank you all for coming today. I appreciate all the love, forgiveness, acceptance, and affectionate tolerance you have all given me and will give me in the future.
One other note: whatever you choose to actively remember me with needs to be hugged about once a week.
Brenda Bramel
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April Noga
Eulogy
It is sad she is gone, though all her life April was a dying breed. She was a girl who held on to what she believed in, no matter where the modern world headed for the future. She valued the things most insisted obsolete and a waste of time. All the things that were dearest in her heart had nothing to do with making money. And she found a way to really embrace those things in life; the prospect of a thick envelope stuffed with mail art, rolling green hills that held no factories or houses, the old forests, the beauty of the darkroom, the clicking of a sturdy typewriter.
April valued those small moments in life where all of time seems to slow just a little and if you play close attention the details seem like a lovely, vivid dream. Some things might include the tale end of a morning breeze where the chill seems to sink into your bones, the patterns and rhymes in which shadows dance along bumpy cement, the short seconds of dead air between songs on the radio, and a held glance with a stranger. She derived inspiration for her art though those things. Somehow she never forgot to embrace the little and random joys of life all throughout her own.
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The Eulogy For Elan Jurado's Funeral
"If Elan could have his say at this time, we would not be having this service. He would not want us to sit around and talk about his life. Elan would consider this service a waste of the little time we have in our own lives. He would rather have us move forward than focus on the past.
But, this service is not for Elan! It is for those of us who know him and care about him. A funeral is for family and friends. It is a way to remember the strengths, virtues and art of those we loved and admired. Hopefully by remembering these qualities, we can better our own lives and the lives of others.
Because this service is for all of us, I am not going to give a eulogy that would attempt to sum up all my feeling and yours in one thought. That would be unfair to all of you. I would like to invite anyone up to the podium who would like to share their remembrances of Elan's life, art and humanity. all I ask is that you speak from the heart."
(At this point in the funeral, family and friends that wished to speak would say whatever came to their minds. Hopefully they could not hold back and the experience would be therapeutic.)
-Elan Jurado
Thank you all for coming today. I have enjoyed being part of your lives, you made me feel loved and I appreciate that and I cherish our memories together. Before I go further I just want to remind you to plan to remember me every January 23rd, and you know it’s January 23rd because it’s blistering cold outside, and plan to remember me every Thursday because everything important happens on a Thursday, it’s like kittens, it just works out that way. I still want to be engaged with everyone. I want to encourage you, watch movies with you, solve mosaic mysteries with you, go ballooning with you, make music with you, go to burnt down Disney Land with you, enjoy holidays with you and be a part of your life. There will be brochures handed out at the end of the ceremony with instructions on how to actively remember me and create new memories of you and me together and portraits of me, not to display, but to talk to in order to create new and active memories. However, I am not opposed to the idea of surrogates. Please feel free to rename an item in your home as Brenda and address it as if it were me and carry it around and talk to it as if it were me. It’s important that you all actively remember me because I no longer have the ability to actively remember our lives together. Instead I have a limited amount of beautiful memories. All of you here today will have the ability to create an infinite number of new memories to share with each other at my next ceremony same time, same place, same day, next year.
At this time, in an orderly fashion, please feel free to step up to the casket and say good bye to my old body and remember to pick up your Creating Active Memories with Me brochure. Once again thank you all for coming today. I appreciate all the love, forgiveness, acceptance, and affectionate tolerance you have all given me and will give me in the future.
One other note: whatever you choose to actively remember me with needs to be hugged about once a week.
Brenda Bramel
I will remember them well.
Irena
April Noga
Eulogy
It is sad she is gone, though all her life April was a dying breed. She was a girl who held on to what she believed in, no matter where the modern world headed for the future. She valued the things most insisted obsolete and a waste of time. All the things that were dearest in her heart had nothing to do with making money. And she found a way to really embrace those things in life; the prospect of a thick envelope stuffed with mail art, rolling green hills that held no factories or houses, the old forests, the beauty of the darkroom, the clicking of a sturdy typewriter.
April valued those small moments in life where all of time seems to slow just a little and if you play close attention the details seem like a lovely, vivid dream. Some things might include the tale end of a morning breeze where the chill seems to sink into your bones, the patterns and rhymes in which shadows dance along bumpy cement, the short seconds of dead air between songs on the radio, and a held glance with a stranger. She derived inspiration for her art though those things. Somehow she never forgot to embrace the little and random joys of life all throughout her own.
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