My niece has asked me to say a few words at her father’s memorial service on Saturday. I have no idea what I’m going to say. I want to make them smile. Maybe even laugh. My brother was a funny guy, so this should be simple. This should just flow from my fingertips.
Nary a trickle.
Am I going to choke on the most important writing assignment of my life?
If only I could tell the story about how he peed out the window on my dad’s car, or when he pinned me on the floor and pretended to hock a loogie up and spit it on me, and once “accidentally” let one slip, or when he talked my friend into putting dog poop in her mouth (she would have done anything for him), or when he blew my barbies up with firecrackers.
I can’t think of any sweet stories. They all make him sound like a rascal. But he was a sweet kid. A little shy, even.
I’ll try again in the morning.