I wrote my mother's eulogy the day of the service, this Sunday. I was stuck. I wanted to share all the profound things we had said to one another over the years, but we just didn't have that kind of relationship defined by meaningful, deep philosophical conversations. As I sat with Brody's head in my lap, it occurred to me that we also did not share in deep conversations, but it never lessened our bond. As soon as I thought about that, it all started to come. My mother was not one for ... Read more »