Today I had the opportunity to read my eulogy for my soldier, William George Taylor. I had been working on this eulogy for about 6 months, just rewriting it and perfecting it. I put hours into it.
Once we arrived at St Pierre’s we went through the cemetery registry to find where he was located.
We found his grave stone and I had to take a minute to soak it all in. Hearing about the soldiers in class and in Australia is one thing but actually being there and seeing the graves is a whole other story.
Seeing the grave I kept rereading “W.G.TAYLOR” and every hour, every night, every spare moment that I had spent on research and writing about him went through my mind and all that work was about to pay off.
I held my eulogy and didn’t think I would be able to read it.
I began reading and had to choke back my tears, I thought to myself, if William fought in a war then I can read a eulogy.
After reading it and placing the poppy down, I took a step back and I was finally able to mourn his death.
He died 100 years ago, I spent my whole life unaware of his existence and now I felt it was my responsibility, that on behalf of my family, to respect and grieve.
William served our country. He fought for our country. He died for our country.
Thank you, William George Taylor