My mom's memorial service is Friday. Two years ago to the day from when she called to tell me she'd been diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. (I hate capitalizing it - it feels like doing so gives it even more power.)
I was asked to write the Eulogy. It was one of the most difficult things I've ever written, and I come up with words for a living. I wrote one terrible draft, then poked around online, and read examples. Then I ditched my first effort and wrote a second, much better one. The only problem is that I will have to read it out loud at the service and I can't get through it without crying.
So I'm going to practice reading it again and again and again, until I can. Because I owe my mother this.