Gus is very sick now. I
haven’t been able to see him as much lately because he has spent a lot of time in the
hospital. So when he called me while I was watching TV with my parents I
immediately answered fearing the worst. But it was Gus asking me to prepare a
eulogy for him and bring to the heart of Jesus where our support group meetings
take place.
So I did wrote Gus's eulogy, although it was pretty difficult. When I got to the literal heart Gus explained that he wanted to attend his own funeral.
Isaac shared razed Gus for his eulogy. He teased that Gus knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, and that he got seventeen years when he should have gotten more, and that he was vain, pretentious and physically attractive and he knows it. Then he said that if scientists create robot eyes for him in the future, he turn them down because he doesn't want to see a word without Augustus. I was kind of crying.
Then I shared my eulogy for Augustus.
“My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows I will not tell you our love story, because- like all real love stories- it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have… I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Water than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
We all cried knowing that Gus was going to die and there was nothing we could do to stop it. This was the last good day with Gus, when for a moment the pain seemed bearable.
So I did wrote Gus's eulogy, although it was pretty difficult. When I got to the literal heart Gus explained that he wanted to attend his own funeral.
Isaac shared razed Gus for his eulogy. He teased that Gus knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, and that he got seventeen years when he should have gotten more, and that he was vain, pretentious and physically attractive and he knows it. Then he said that if scientists create robot eyes for him in the future, he turn them down because he doesn't want to see a word without Augustus. I was kind of crying.
Then I shared my eulogy for Augustus.
“My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows I will not tell you our love story, because- like all real love stories- it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have… I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Water than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
We all cried knowing that Gus was going to die and there was nothing we could do to stop it. This was the last good day with Gus, when for a moment the pain seemed bearable.
