Thoughts on writing a eulogy
This is impossible. This is the hardest thing I've ever tried to do. I can't possibly do him justice. I wish I had a year to write and rewrite and rewrite this, not an hour or two tucked away in a coffee shop with my laptop.
I want to tell so many stories. I want to quote him, and his terrible jokes, like sitting down after having gotten up to get the remote, and happily sigh 'GOD it feels good to sit down for a minute!' or lifting up my pony tail to remark 'I always wondered what was under a pony's tail!' Cooking lobster, saving my family from bats in our house, walking Elvis every single day down town, traveling around the country, watching football, playing poker at the firehouse, saving lives from blazes, raising a huge, wonderful family, singing made-up songs, mowing the lawn, eating Thanksgiving dinner, guarding missiles, fixing the town, standing up for what was right, never quitting, never slowing down, always there for everyone who needed a hand. Trips to New Jersey and Flordia and Maine. Dancing with grandma, teaching me the Polka.
He had such a full life, and touched so many people, and did SO MUCH, and was so good. How on earth can I possibly turn all of it into a speech that would do him justice?
I can't do this. I can't stop crying. This is embarrassing.