Speechless.
Mom's going under. Dad's helping her as much as he can, and she's as comfortable as drugs can make her, but it's still not a pretty sight. She hasn't eaten in days, and hasn't been able to swallow much more than a few sips of water since Monday. It won't be long, now, not long at all, which is both the blessing and the curse of it
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I know you will do a good job on the eulogy, and however it may sound to anyone else, it will certainly be far far better than having some churchfuck who never knew her babble something awful and inappropriate (a funeral for a murdered dancer friend of mine, was once turned into an occassion for the minister to preach against abortion...I never figured out how he got from dead stripper to dead babies but I had two people holding me down in the back row of chairs)
No one is perfectly angelic, and some people have far more darkness than light - but we can love even the darkness and we grieve no less, perhaps far more, when the person we lose was someone we loved in spite of themselves.
"This isn't a lesson I think the rest of the family will care to hear. Embrace your inner slut, free your inner bitch, be a raving madwoman when the time is right, because the whole world can tell when you're faking it. Molasses ain't white sugar, and if you cook like it was, everything sure tastes bitter."
It might be just what they want to hear. The last line is a jewel and those who knew her will know just what you mean far more than I. Just tell the truth and forget the platitudes unless they fit. How else did they become "what we say" than because they are just what we want to say?
Well, I'm babbling. I have confidence that you will do well.
Blessedbe
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