I’ve been asked to deliver the eulogy for a friend that passed recently. His mother arrived at my office yesterday morning and asked it of me. She said it was something he wanted - I knew, he had mentioned it years ago when he was first diagnosed with the brain cancer that would eventually leave a normally brilliant and bright star eating from a tube and peeing from another.
I’m not ready to see him again, pale and laying amid flowers that would look so out of place near him. I’ve never handled death well, despite my faith that should inspire some sort of hope for him. I always feel cheated. Robbed. Angry and hurt.
And I have to put that aside, stand before his family and friends, and read something I haven’t even written, on why his life was so important to us all.
My hands are too soiled to give him justice and my heart bleeds for his loss.
Sincerely sorry for your loss. S
Comment by MistressS — 11/17/2005 @ 12:47 pm
He was your friend. The words will come unbidden. Just say what is in your heart. I too, offer my condolences.
Comment by octarine — 11/17/2005 @ 7:34 pm