I love writing eulogies. Spent an hour or so yesterday with a woman whose mother had died. I was to write the eulogy. Although I enjoy writing these mini-biographies, they can sometimes be difficult. It seems that the more interesting a life has been the more difficult it is to write a eulogy. It gives me what I call "brain strain". While attempting to give a true-to-life glimpse of the person's time here on earth, I am terribly aware that I must get it right; that the facts are true facts and the stories offer the right perspective of the person's life. This lady was a teacher, a sportswoman, a mother and grandmother and a spinner and weaver, amongst many other occupations. She led an extremely interesting life, though was not always very happy. The task before me is to write truthfully about her without glossing over the sad facts or the hard times, but without really dwelling on negative aspects. I must be aware that (for instance) the people who attend her funeral because they knew her as a teacher and, incidentally, when she was at her happiest, are not informed about facts that have no bearing on those days and those memories. But, on the other hand, I do not wish to convey that (for instance) she had a "marriage made in Heaven", as she certainly did not. So, there is a fine line I must tread.
Nevertheless I have enjoyed writing this eulogy and I hope that all who listen to it will be happy with the words, in that I will have conveyed facts and feelings about a life 'well-lived' and that I will also have done credit to this somewhat courageous lady.
I choose to comment on social issues and write creatively on a variety of subjects - for a variety of audiences.