Sitting in the hospital at my sister's bedside composing a eulogy for her funeral is not something you ever plan on doing. How do you compose words that span 68 years? How do you put the joy, laughter, secrets shared, lack of mother's care, or love shown into words? I feel something between sobbing uncontrollably, throwing-up, screaming and peace. Ever been here?
She's the last living member of my immediate family. The one I idolized in school because she was an all A student...I was not. We shared a lot of the same pain growing up and even in adulthood. God took all that burden from me but Paula continued to carry her load.
So, here I sit. Contemplating how much to say and not to say. Praying for peace in her passing, for my brother-in-law and for Paula's kids and grands. May God receive praise for all things.
