I’ve got a first draft of Eulogy to my Pappy up. I probably won’t have it edited till after I actually read it out loud when we have a little service at Mom’s house next week after a memorial-type Mass. It would seem weird to have a eulogy polished up by an editor.
I wept hard as I finished the last two paragraphs. I felt sad that I had so many good things to say that I could’ve said to him any time in the past few years… or especially during that first week he spent in the hospital when he was still fully alert. Shit.
Once I get fully reconciled with my mother (yep, therapy session with her scheduled), I’d better work on her eulogy so that this doesn’t happen again.