The (Post) Eulogy I Should Have Given For My Best Friend When He Passed, But I Didn’t Because I Couldn’t Bring Myself To

A eulogy/open letter to my childhood friend who passed away on March 25th, 2021.

Brian Brewington

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Photo by Rhodi Lopez on Unsplash

It’s been known I could write half decent at an early age due to school essays I wrote, turned in and teachers praised. I was one of three asked to write and read graduation speeches every student in fifth grade wrote, for the fifth-grade ceremony. I won’t lie, I killed it. I was confident and concise. I looked up from my paper every 7 seconds or so, to look at the crowd. In all honesty, it all came pretty naturally. The point is from that time on, I have been asked to write and read eulogies on more occasions than I care to count, and have always done so, However, it was always planned ahead of time. So when I sat there at my best friend in the entire world’s viewing, still very much in shock and doing my best not to break down crying, for everyone’s benefit — and was inevitably asked to speak in front of everyone about the man I’ll always miss— all I could muster out without my voice cracking was “ I can’t”.

However, it’s been almost two years since that awful day I lost such an important part of me along with all of our plans for the future, both personally as well as professionally, and this is long overdue, so I decided to write and publish it. I owe it to both him, as well as myself.

Will and I met when we were 12 through a mutual friend of ours, who I still know to this day, is doing really well and I’m beyond proud of him. So many people nowadays lose their lives before they ever truly get to live one, as so many people in this room know all too well, unfortunately.

Will and I clicked from the time we met pretty much. He was always smiling, laughing, or making the perfect joke at the perfect time. He fit in with our tight-knit teenage group of misfits perfectly. Before long, He, the friend I mentioned who introduced Will to our group, had been hanging out practically all day, every day. I have so many good memories of him and those days that I’ll never forget and will always bring a smile to my face.No pun intended.

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Brian Brewington

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