The spectrum of ones life is a wonderful thing. Its gradual and different shades colours the world around it and touches everything and everyone in different and unique ways.
Eileen’s life colours have been especially vibrant. For every rebellious moment, there is a moment of tender kindness. For every moment of adventure, so she has her fears. For every laughter she shares, there too she quietly bears. As strong willed as she is to be after what she wants, she is also giving and forgiving to a fault. There is always room in her big, big heart.
To her parents, she is a wonderful Daughter. To her siblings, a fun and spunky Sister. To many of us here, she is a dearly beloved family member and a fiercely loyal friend. To me, she is my baby Cousin, my baby Sister.
While my tears flow now, these are my selfish tears. Selfish because I miss her. Selfish because she’s not here for me anymore. But I promise, that these tears will stop and my pride for her will come through. For I am proud of her for who she is and how she’s coloured my life.
Her story is complete. This story I keep in my memories. Her story is one I retell to give colour to others, like how she always did.
And so this is my sincere wish to family and friends - that we may find comfort and strength in each other and to honor Eileen with our memories of her joyous spunk and fierce spirit, that can now but only remain, etched beautiful forever in our hearts.
Eileen’s life colours have been especially vibrant. For every rebellious moment, there is a moment of tender kindness. For every moment of adventure, so she has her fears. For every laughter she shares, there too she quietly bears. As strong willed as she is to be after what she wants, she is also giving and forgiving to a fault. There is always room in her big, big heart.
To her parents, she is a wonderful Daughter. To her siblings, a fun and spunky Sister. To many of us here, she is a dearly beloved family member and a fiercely loyal friend. To me, she is my baby Cousin, my baby Sister.
While my tears flow now, these are my selfish tears. Selfish because I miss her. Selfish because she’s not here for me anymore. But I promise, that these tears will stop and my pride for her will come through. For I am proud of her for who she is and how she’s coloured my life.
Her story is complete. This story I keep in my memories. Her story is one I retell to give colour to others, like how she always did.
And so this is my sincere wish to family and friends - that we may find comfort and strength in each other and to honor Eileen with our memories of her joyous spunk and fierce spirit, that can now but only remain, etched beautiful forever in our hearts.
