I'm afraid of the idea. speaking at a funeral. I cant imagine my dad not always being there, whether it be on the end of a phone line, or when we were local to eachother. but i am expected to speak, and say some memories. i've got some things i guess, memories growing up, playing, but then, in my teens and adult years, it all goes dead. i flew with him once. one time. i could warp that into that sparking my interest in flight, but it wasn't. that'd be a lie. my siblings would know it, but i could bounce from that and talk about his career, until i run out of stuff, and then.....? what next?
likewise for my mom. cooking, teaching ..... nothing.
he isnt going to die for ages, hopefully, but the day will come, and i have nothing to say about our relationship. i just love him to bits.
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