My Father's Eulogy

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, my two children and I were sitting in the front pew, as we often do, watching my charismatic husband give another wonderful sermon. My gorgeous daughter, Mia, was sitting on my right, attentively hanging off of each of her father’s words. She is a true Daddy’s little girl, you would think at thirteen years old she would have out grown her infatuation with her father, but nope; she is still his little sweet heart. My dashing son, Zach, was sitting on my left. He isn’t much interested in church these days; I guess at sixteen other things become much more important than silly old church. But no matter how much he detests coming, he knows it makes his father proud to see him here. As for myself, I am the proud …show more content…
Everything appeared as it should so I strolled over to the broom closet to retrieve a dust rag. I grabbed the rag and went back to wipe down all the pews. This is god’s house and must keep it as pure as his love. As I am diligently wiping down all the pews, I hear a soft voice say, “Um, Mrs. Malone?” Still tending to the pews, I turn my head to look over my shoulder and see a frail young woman. She can’t be no older than twenty years old. She looks disheveled, timid even. She appears to feel out of place, possibly scared. I immediately stop what I am doing, while still holding the rag I stand up and say, “Yes, can I help you?” In a frightened voice, she replied “Um, Hi. Could you help me. I,I,I……” I interrupted her as I walked closer to her. “My dear, what is wrong? Are you in danger? Did someone hurt you?” I asked compassionately as I placed my right hand on her shoulder. Quietly she spoke, “yes,” as she bowed her head and tears rolled down her face. I grabbed her, locking her in my embrace as she laid her head on my shoulder and sobbed. As I rubbed her back I said, “listen baby, everything will be alright. I am going to take you to the kitchen where my daughter, Mia, and some nice women from the congregation will sit you down and get you something to eat. I will run to my home, quickly, and retrieve some fresh clothes for you to wear. Once everything is all settled down my husband and I will talk to you and see how we can help.” I felt her nod her head yes in my shoulder, “okay dear,” I said as I lead her to the