Eulogy for Friend

Today 's friends' respect, we celebrate the dear friend Jerome' s life. Jerome, you are my teacher, my mentor and dear friend. You gave me your advice and wisdom. You share a happy smile and laughter. You share your passion for life and your passion for everything important to you. I'd like you to share my story with Jerome. This is the story of the teacher and student, mentor and friend. In the first year of Duke University in Jerome in 1984, I was a law student of the first year.

Three days before my curious curiosity, I was speaking about a famous person in the French literary circle, but he happened to be a Spanish Jew. He painted him as a person who basically hurt a Jew, a person who was tortured by his Jew. His world is a desert, and God is wrapped in silence. For him, the keynote is outraged, and his sentences are brave despair. - Friend's favorable story starts early in the morning. Rolf G. tells us that Michael had a heart attack a few hours ago but could not survive. My wife whispered while sitting on the bed a bit quietly, whispered whispering, whispering towards me, said, "Michael died at the airport, it is not fair. He is very healthy." . Injustice

My friend 's favor The I want to say a few words to this special person to me and his other close friends. When he heard of the news of Allen's death, ordinary friends and colleagues painfully pointed out that Allen was a non-judge. Allen accepted the nature and things of the people mainly. Allen is a person without bias. Many of his friendships are beyond the social status and educational barriers. - My grandfather's curiosity There is a lot of secrets between my grandfather and me. Most of these, I can not say it; the remarkable feature of the secret is not the content contained in the secret but the hidden content of trust. I think that it is important because I think that my grandfather does not care so I will tell you a secret. This is a little secret, but it is not that dramatic. My grandfather told me that he wanted to be a history teacher. As I said, this is a little secret.

My name is Deborah, I am one of many friends of Ron. Karen asked me to share Ron from the rider's point of view. In many memorial rallies, its tenderness is like a story of fish. Suddenly the average person is remembered as a kind and self-centered person like a generous and saintly saint. Positive features are exaggerated, negative features have been swept under the carpet. But today, there is no need to extend the truth. Ron, what you see is what you get. - Friend of my friend I like to tell a few words to this special person to me and to his other close friends. When he heard of the news of Allen's death, ordinary friends and colleagues painfully pointed out that Allen was a non-judge. Allen accepted the nature and things of the people mainly. Allen is a person without bias. Many of his friendships are beyond the social status and educational barriers.