Eulogy for Harold
Going to a funeral is difficult. That deafening silence in the chapel brings back painful memories and stirs up emotions that I work so hard to control. No matter how much time has passed, that aching and longing for my parents and sisters is never buried too deeply, always bubbling in my heart, ever so slightly, like a pot of porridge on the stove.Admittedly and honestly, I’m not big on current events, politics, math or science, but I’m fascinated by people and animals. I have some pretty incredible people (and …