I would hope that one day, should I die (I feel like with modern medicine though it’s a long time off), people will write original songs for me in remembrance and that my husband will tell of how beautiful I looked in the mornings (which would be a lie but whatever) and how I never nagged about his towels being on the floor and how, especially on Monday mornings, I was a ball of pleasure to be around. I would absolutely not expect him to get my eulogy off the internet.

Sigh.

Here’s what Jayde Panayiotou’s husband, Christopher, had to say at her funeral in PE last week:

Jayde is not gone; she is everywhere. Jayde resides in the wind like an elemental force. She can be experienced in the blooming of flowers; she is the yellow in daffodils of her favourite flower. She is the crest in every breaking wave, she is the fertile soil; she is the enduring embers of the fire.

That sounds phenomenal, right? I would love someone to say all those things about me. The only problem is that those words were said back in 2010 by one Charles Atkins and that particular eulogy even has a title –  My Sweet Wife’s Eulogy.

She is everywhere: Jennifer rides the wind like an elemental force. She can be experienced in the blooming of the flowers of the field. She is the pink-white blossoms of the cherry tree. She is the crest and spindrift of breaking gulf waves. She is the fertile soil of the woods. She is the enduring ember of your fire on a cold winter’s night.

Atkins said that his wife, Jennifer, “was a qualified chef who taught culinary arts and a ‘master baker who was so good; she could have made Mahatma Gandhi break a fast'”. In turn, Christopher described Jayde, who was a teacher, as “a master chef and master baker who could have made ‘Mahatma Gandhi break a fast'”.

Yes. I know.

Personally I quite like gobsmacked and flabbergasted. But, to each their own.

[Source: News24]