Because you haven't encountered them silly.
I didn't encounter Jesus, either. If he came to visit without my invitation, he was trespassing.
May I suggest that you use phrases like, "No doubt God's first words
A eulogy is not a sermon. This is the full text.
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Saying goodbye is never easy. That's why we don't do it very often and when we do, we don't actually mean it since there is nothing good about breaking up with somebody or just getting angry.
The saddest goodbyes like this one are final and unspoken - the kind that makes grown men choke up and go silent for a moment.
From now on, all we can do is cherish the good moments we shared with a person who is no longer with us.
I had many of them with Frank. We met when he walked into my office for an interview. It was a very long time ago so I don't remember what he said about himself but I know it was impressive. He was hired and stayed hired till he walked out in December two years ago.
Later, when he was no longer reporting to me, we would meet to gossip. I enjoyed his trust and I trusted him. He was a good man and a friend and he never let me down.
Frank was not perfect - too humble and often in doubt about himself and his work. Those were the moments when I felt it was my duty to assure him that he was wrong and that the recognition and rewards from the company president should be enough to convince him that he was a great asset and that his position was safe. I could never tell if what I was saying was convincing to him.
Frank was a man of few words. Maybe that's why we clicked better than most. I would often apologize for talking too much and Frank for talking too little. Somehow we managed without the moments of awkward silence.
My reward was Frank being a good listener - one of the most precious human traits.
When he told me about his illness, it was only natural to talk about it. Other subjects were not important anymore and only served as a distraction. He even accepted my invitation to go to a gun range to shoot. To my pleasant surprise, he did very well and certainly better than I expected.
Before we would walk in and sit down, it was inevitable that I would be looking for signs of improvement. Over the last 12 months, I didn't notice any but I didn't notice anything bad either to allow me to honestly tell my wife that he looked very well when she would ask how Frank was.
My last lunch with him in September was different. He barely touched what he ordered. When we were done I said "see you in a month" without being sure that it would actually happen. I was not surprised when ten days later I saw his number on my caller ID. It was Erika.
This brings me to my final point: Frank left us too early. That is why I will not say that he is in a better place. He is not. That better place is here.
For all the good things they did in their life, good men deserve what we call Miller time - the time when they no longer have to work and are still healthy enough to do things they were not able to before - like traveling, buying cars they don't really need, looking for a second house where the weather is better, or just doing nothing.
This phase of life was not to be his experience.
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To spare you the effort of counting how many times I used "I" or "me, it's about 25.
