Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman. Thank you for being here today. To memorialize my husband, in front of you all, is not something I planned on. Brentley would have loved to see us all together, his hard-working nature, opinionated, giving and disciplinarian aspects of his personality makes us all love him. He was an amazing being, such a supportive person, my steadfast rock, an irreplaceable part of my heart.
Like all other couples, Brentley and I did not have a perfect marriage.
We’d get into fights, arguments, small debates. Sometimes we’d scream, sometimes we’d cry or sometimes we’d just hold each other. Gentle voices, silent glances, hidden smiles, tender hands. In the end, we were always together. We were imperfectly perfect. Brentley never feared to reveal his emotions. He had an opinion about everything. A quality about him that I love. His kind, grey eyes always shone. He lived his life freely, always repeating quotes that he’d google.
His most famous `Life is precious, don’t take it for granted`. I always admired his enthusiastic, controlling, determined nature. A leader. Brentley was definitely a leader. He loved to be in charge. He’d joke and call himself a king, while others around him were peasants. His friends would then bow down and say in snotty British accents `Your wish is my command, your Highness`.
Brentley never had any enemies. He would always fix everything, earning other people trust and respect. He also had a sense of caring generosity in him.
He donated his old clothes, his money, old furniture to many charities. Others admired him for that. Every Saturday morning, Brentley would go fishing with his best friend Richard. He’d catch dozens of them but always set them free. I once scolded him for wasting his talent, but he smiled at me and said `Life is precious`.
Every summer night, Brentley would sit me by the porch and share with me, his fascination of space and those tiny, glowing specks in the night sky. He called it infinity. Never ending. Immortal. Freedom. A monstrous joy, where one would live with no limitations, by oneself. Now I realize that I must live these spring days and summer nights alone. Loneliness is a cruel intention, an act of crime.
The grief of my husband’s death has still yet to strike me. I still expect him to be waiting for me at home, sitting by the fire place sipping a mug of coffee, while vigorously jotting down notes for work. His eyes would gleam from the dancing light emitting from the fire.
However, I – we all must accept that Brentley is physically no longer with us ; But the memories will last forever. He is a man, that no one can forget. Right now I can imagine him grinning and repeating one of those googled quotes `Forge-ahead, make the best out of life.’
We love you Brentley Mallard. I love you and one day we shall be reunited together in heaven. For now I breath a prayer that life be long for all of us.
1. The grief of my husband’s death has still yet to strike me. (Overjoyed by the freedom from her husband’s death, A new vision on her life. While others think she is shocked)
2. He called it infinity. Never ending. Immortal. Freedom. A monstrous joy, where one would live with no limitations, by oneself. (Freedom: Something Mrs. Mallard did not have while being with Brentley)
3. Brentley was definitely a leader. He loved to be in charge. He’d joke and call himself a king, while others around him were peasants. (Indicates that Brentley has a controlling personality; Does not let Mrs. Mallard do as she wishes)
4. We were imperfectly perfect. (They had an imperfect marriage, with arguments and fights)
5. For now I breath a prayer that life be long for all of us. (Audience thinks that she wishes everyone well, however she prays her freedom be infinite)
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