So it's been quiet around here lately. I've been saving all my words for the memorial service on Saturday. How the heck am I going to do this? What exactly am I to say?
It's difficult to eulogize someone who barely had a life, let alone one that hardly included anyone else but C, E and me. I don't want it to sound like it's all about me--it's actually not about me at all. But Calla's entire life existed inside my body, physically.
This whole thing is all just so WEIRD.
It's like the record skipped, and suddenly the lyrics to the music make no sense. And by the time I catch up with the music, I don't really want to listen anymore, anyways.
And so, I'm off to write what I've been putting off all week. Who can gear herself up to write the words for her lost little girl?