As I took the podium, I reminded myself that I could hold it together for the eulogy—that I could do this to honor the man who’d done everything for me. I took a deep breath and stared out into the sea of faces before me. Some were tear-stained and others stoic, but all were waiting for me to speak. When I found Bella in the last row, I was finally able to begin.
“John Carlisle Cullen IV was many things to many people—a son, a brother, a surgeon, a mentor. Setting and needs dictated the kind of relationships he would form with those in his life, and the relationship he forged with me was no exception. As my father, he was loving, supportive, patient and wise. As my best friend, he was—well—none of those things.
“I’ve spent the past ten hours trying to find the right words to convey to you who my dad was, and all I could come up with is that Carlisle Cullen was that kind of guy. He was the kind of guy you wanted to be with—equal parts jovial and conscientious, he always enjoyed himself, but he never did so at the expense of others. He knew how to live as well as how to love, and somehow despite our non-traditional relationship, taught me to do the same.”