Lennie's Eulogy
Lennie’s Eulogy
Sometimes things happen, and there isn’t always something that we can do to change it. Someone’s death will always be something to mourn about, but it also allows us to celebrate their life and bring everyone together. Lennie’s death is most definitely a reason to bring us together, and even more of a reason to talk about and cherish. Lennie and I had a different relationship than most people do. We stuck together wherever we went, and a lot of people questioned this. It was just something that we did. He wouldn’t make it on his own; I liked the company he gave me even if he did or said silly things. Lennie and I had been planning on saving enough to buy land together and have a bunch of different animals, and everyone told me that Lennie was just going to hold me back. Sometimes I believe that he did. Not even I know why we stuck together; he and I had a strange friendship that we both we along with. Sometimes not everyone understands Lennie or people like him. He was never really readily accepted by others. He lacked in communication skills, and I saw it as he tried to talk to the other guys by the work field. He also had a mild mental disability, so I understood why it was harder for him. Lennie was almost too innocent and kind to be accepted. He didn’t understand why Crooks was kept away and isolated from the rest of us. People like Curley would look down on Lennie, because he didn’t talk much. In Lennie’s defense though, he always go his work done. Even though it isn’t fair to Lennie, some people can’t help but not accept him. We all have strengths that add and take away from us. Lennie was a really big, strong boy, and it was used to his advantage when it came to working on the fields. He got the job done every single time. Lennie really loved petting small, furry things, which is fine. In his case it ended badly almost every time he had an encounter. At our job at Curley’s field, they had a group of new born puppies which fascinated
Sometimes things happen, and there isn’t always something that we can do to change it. Someone’s death will always be something to mourn about, but it also allows us to celebrate their life and bring everyone together. Lennie’s death is most definitely a reason to bring us together, and even more of a reason to talk about and cherish. Lennie and I had a different relationship than most people do. We stuck together wherever we went, and a lot of people questioned this. It was just something that we did. He wouldn’t make it on his own; I liked the company he gave me even if he did or said silly things. Lennie and I had been planning on saving enough to buy land together and have a bunch of different animals, and everyone told me that Lennie was just going to hold me back. Sometimes I believe that he did. Not even I know why we stuck together; he and I had a strange friendship that we both we along with. Sometimes not everyone understands Lennie or people like him. He was never really readily accepted by others. He lacked in communication skills, and I saw it as he tried to talk to the other guys by the work field. He also had a mild mental disability, so I understood why it was harder for him. Lennie was almost too innocent and kind to be accepted. He didn’t understand why Crooks was kept away and isolated from the rest of us. People like Curley would look down on Lennie, because he didn’t talk much. In Lennie’s defense though, he always go his work done. Even though it isn’t fair to Lennie, some people can’t help but not accept him. We all have strengths that add and take away from us. Lennie was a really big, strong boy, and it was used to his advantage when it came to working on the fields. He got the job done every single time. Lennie really loved petting small, furry things, which is fine. In his case it ended badly almost every time he had an encounter. At our job at Curley’s field, they had a group of new born puppies which fascinated