Funerals

So in the past few months I've been to two funerals, both for family. The first one was unexpected and very sad (she was only in her 50s) and at that point I decided that I did not ever want to speak at a funeral. Then my Grandpa died; it was expected he had been sick for about 7 months or so. Because I am his oldest grandchild I got the 'privilege' of speaking at his funeral. I did not want to do it, and add to that the fact that my uncle said I was representing all the grandchildren (ugh.) But I said yes anyway. They figured that I knew my Grandpa the best because I used to go visit all the time (however, most of that time was spent talking to my Grandma). But the good thing in all this is I actually enjoyed preparing for a talk. It forced me to remember things that I probably wouldn't have just remembered. And I tried to be mostly general in my memories so that my cousins would be able to remember similar things. I think it turned out nice and although my talk was the shortest (I've never been longwinded -ever) I think I did exactly what I needed to and I learned from it as well!!:) So if you ever want to really remember someone, plan a talk for their funeral:)