I got a text message last night from Jeanne asking me to give her a call. I feared what she wanted, and my fears were confirmed.
Jeanne's Mom passed away last Thursday. Her parents... she and her brother's... and my family were pretty much raised together. Jeanne's parents and mine were for the most part one and the same. We vacationed together... we visited each other's homes (people used to do that), we were one.
So the call... "Jimmy, we need to ask you a big favor. Could you write Mom's Eulogy". God help me.
This is the 4th time in so many years, 4, I have been asked to this. If there is a more emotionally draining and tortuous task I don't know what it is.
I'll get it done, eventually... but as I sit today in front of my keyboard, about to begin.... I feel about as inadequate as a person can feel.
If you've ever been in this situation yourself you know well how I feel right now.... and if you haven't, well, difficult to explain. After each of the previous 3 I prayed I wouldn't be called on to do another... yet here I am. And I pray again... let this be the last. - JamesJM
