Eulogy Assignment “Story of an hour”

I cannot even begin to express the tragedy of losing my dear husband. I only remember piecing

together the veiled hints my sister gave me and finally reaching this conclusion; my husband,

Brently is dead. I learned shortly after that Bently had been reported “killed” at a train disaster.

Although I feel I didn’t love him at times, my heart agonizes when I think of his bright and living

face.

Bently was the quiet type, he never liked to talk when it was unnecessary. But even the

softest of sounds, ones that barely reached the ear, reassured that I wasn’t alone. I remember

the time when he pulled down a shelf of pottery with him when he tripped. Just witnessing his

reaction gave me the laugh of my life. He froze for a good 10 seconds with eyes that shot back

and forth at all the shattered, dissatisfying pieces of ceramic. I was a little heart broken by his

actions but it was one of the rare times I had tears dripping from my eyes from laughter.

Brently slowly tilted his chin up and looked up, expecting me to say something. but probably

started grinning when he saw me laughing.