Willy Loman Eulogy
Hey Pops. I wish we could’ve had one more night out on the town, whistling at cute girls as they walked by. I’m getting married you know; I was going to settle down and fix everything while you were still here. We had so many great memories in that house from when Biff and I were younger, especially when you had that red Chevy. That day when Biff was scoring a touchdown in your honor and we all piled up in the Chevy was one of my favorite memories. A time when things were simpler and we looked to you as a hero.
You’ve always been a hero for all of the dedicated sales trips you made to support the family and pay for the house. At some point after high school, Biff had always seen you in a different way. He felt that he had to separate himself from us. He could never take orders as well after that summer that he visited you in Boston, but we can’t possibly imply that was caused by you. I wish you and Biff didn’t have such different perspectives on work and the success you wanted him to live up to. He had contradicting dreams he wished to fulfill which you could never accept him for.
Biff had always seen me as being the more successful son similar to how you had seen Ben as more accomplished. Maybe this was the reason you had always been tough on him to make something of himself. Ben’s success was mostly based on luck, and you shouldn’t have continued to regret not going with him to Alaska. You had your own way of working and you did an amazing job raising and caring for us. Even Ma was proud of all of your accomplishments, but you didn’t feel that you had done all that much with your life.
The secret to being happy is maintaining low expectations, and you had kept yours too high to keep yourself satisfied with what you had. We were too stubborn to realize that you were a victim of your profession. Driving back from a sales trip in solitude without having made any sales must have eaten away at your conscious. As Charley had stated, “He’s a man way out there in the blue . . . A salesman is got to dream, boy. ” If only we had taken notice of the hardships you went through as a salesman.
You had always been dedicated to the Wagner firm and for them to lay you off after years was completely unjust. I just wish that people had seen how wonderful you were; how humorous and enthusiastic you had also been with us. Regardless of the fact that most believed you were better at carpentry than selling, I believe that being a salesman is not a dead-end job, and I will continue in your path so that I can validate your death and fulfill your dreams. You can finally rest at ease Pops. – Happy Loman