My One and Only Ellie

Happy Sunday!

2015; High School senior English; We were assigned to write a eulogy. I wrote mine from Carl Fredrickson’s POV to his wife Ellie.

I would like to thank you all for coming. I know that most of you knew Ellie, but I don’t think any of you really knew who she really was.

I’m Carl Fredrickson, her husband, and we had been together for over 70 years since the very first day we met. My wife was so special. She was the kindest, sweetest, funniest human being that ever walked this earth, and it was such an honor to be with her for her entire life.

The first day I met Ellie was probably the worst and best day of my life. I was heading home after watching a film about my hero, the great Charles Muntz. My imagination was on fire that day. And as I passed this dinky, little, broken down house, I heard the sweetest voice cry out, “Adventure is out there!” Being a kid full of curiosity, I ventured into the boarded-up house where I met Ellie and discovered her love for adventure and Charles Muntz. Ellie was alone in the house, except for her pet hamster, and immediately she accepted me into her club. She gave me this grape soda cap pin, as proof that I was in her club.

Now that was the best part of the day, the worst was when my balloon flew up to the ceiling and being a boy wanting to show off his adventurous and risky side, I went after it and ended up breaking my arm. Ellie came to my house later that night, with my balloon, and she showed me her “Adventure Book.” I remember her talking so passionately about doing these incredible things when she grew up. One of them was venturing out to Paradise Falls and I would be the one to provide the transportation.

Looking back, that was still the worst and best day of my life. Ever since that first day, we have never been apart. We were married several years later. It was the happiest day of our lives. As a wedding present, I bought that dinky, boarded up house for my new wife. We spent several months, even years, fixing it up. We both got jobs at the public zoo and almost every day we would hike up to our favorite spot; this green hill with white flowers scattered everywhere and a tree on top. We would have picnics up there all the time.

Life was going incredibly well, but even a good life has its downfalls. As most of you know, we couldn’t have children. We started saving up for a trip to South America, but life took over. That coin jar we saved up soon became our emergency fund and we had plenty of emergencies. Soon, that jar was stuck on a shelf, collecting dust, and age took over our lives.

A month ago, I bought my wife and I tickets to Venezuela, and I was going to surprise her at our favorite spot, but it never happened. I never got the chance to see her face light up with the news that I was finally taking her to fulfill her dream.

We had a great life together. Our life might not have seemed really extraordinary, but it was memorable. I only have one regret: that I wasn’t able to take her on a real adventure. For as long as I’m alive, and it will probably not be that long now, I will never forget the day I first met her. I will never forget the life we shared together. Every day I spent with her was the best day of my life. There are still so many things I could say about Ellie, but I can’t find the words. I hope you know her a little bit better.

I love you, my darling. Life will never be the same without you.

Reading back on this now, I think I put too much of my own voice into it, but Carl didn’t start out as being a grumpy person. But now I imagine him talking at Ellie’s funeral in vague, short sentences, and then him breaking down halfway through . . . Wiping his eyes . . . Anyway . . .

Thoughts? No, I did not write this to “Married Life” from Up because I would be bawling my eyes out.

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