A Daughter's Memory of Her Mother
The line of people appeared endless. I wanted to speak to each one, thank them for joining us as we honored my mother's memory, but I wondered how many more people remained in the line. The woman who approached me next had a familiar face, but I had to ask for her name. Not the first or last time that would happen.
"I love what you said about your mother. Please send me a copy of it."
Honored at her request, I agreed, wondering how to manage it. Yes, I had spoken during the service, but I worked from a list of key thoughts. I didn't write down what I said word for word. Plus, speaking and reading are very different. If I managed to put the words together as I said them, this friend of my mother's would be missing all of the nuances of body language, tone, and pacing.
I managed to compile a close version of what I said, and, since others have expressed an interest in reading it, my memorial to my mother appears below.
Please keep in mind, the nuances are missing. This wasn't written to be read. It was meant to be spoken, but it is pretty close to what I said.