the night before the funeral dad asked me if i would read my tribute.
sure, and oh my, i felt honored. i mean, it was already written down, how hard could it be....
i printed that bad boy up and went in with high confidence that i could deliver the tribute.
{sure thing}
well, i forgot about ugly face that comes out unprovoked while mourning....
you know, the one where your face looks like you're seeing a horror movie with your lips all stretched out and your eyes spewing tears and your nose running like niagara.....
the emotions were so deep i fought with ugly face the whole time. i would gain composure, start to reading and then ugly face came to visit and with my nostrils flared and body juice dripping and flying from every orifice on my ugly face i wanted to go sit back down. then....
to top it all off, i didn't even think to wear water proof mascara. i got done reading my tribute looking like an electrically shocked nut case.....
honored dad let me take some of his speaking time at the funeral, but if i ever get asked to do anything of the sort again, i am taking a large projector and letting everyone read my words......i am a very unpolished speaking delivery woman. when i speak my words are all jumbled and fumbled and blah, blah . the mother brain has fried my tongue and talking mechanisms.......
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i'm sorry, but i like hearing about ugly face. it makes me laugh picturing it. of course, i really don't think that your beautiful face could turn into that.....
I feel you on this. I get so emotional when I speak and not only do I have to fight with "ugly face" but the redness too! Oh well. It was a beautiful tribute to your grandpa and I know that everyone loved what you said...tears and all.
oh heidi, who doesn't get ugly face? i can't picture it on you and i guarantee mine's worse than yours. i absolutely loved your tribute to your grandpa pete. it was so touching and i loved all the memories. you truly are a great writer. i started to laugh when you told his story of how he lost his 2 fingers, because i remember him telling me that story when i was little and the mcfarlane's house was my 2nd home. i just remember how funny he was! what a great grandpa. hang in there.
I know the face, the feelings, and the honor all too well. Unfortunately, I don't think there will be much more time before I find myself doing it all again. However, the opportunity to do it, I think outweighs the alternative.
People won't remember the black laced face. They will remember the true love and emotion you expressed. I am sure you did a magnificent job. So sorry about your loss. It is so hard on us having those we love leave us and move on. I will be thinking of you.
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