The title is ripped from the eulogy that my mom wrote for my grandma. Mom wrote it in a moment of silence. Just me and her, lying in a hide-a-bed, she with her hands behind her head, staring at the ceiling, me sitting next to her with a notebook in my lap writing every word she said.
I was opposed to my mother giving her own mother's eulogy.
Too hard, I said. Too raw.
Not okay for you to stand up there in front of a room full of family and friends, of which there are hundreds, and eulogize your own mother.
She acknowledged my discomfort then summarily dismissed it.
"I have to do this for my mother," she said. "One day you will..."
Her voice trailed off. "This is just something that I have to do. And I need you to help me."