When my grandfather died, I did a reading. It was terribly hard. My voice began to crack half way through and it tool a minute for me to regain my composure but I did fine.
However, when my grandmother ( his wife) died, I knew there was no way that I could do the reading. She was the anchor in my life when I was a child and teenager. At the funeral, my mom wrote the eulogy and the priest read it-ugh. If I had known she was going to do it, I would have taken a tranquilizer and muddled through. My mom was jealous of my grandmother and my love for her. The eulogy made a joke of my dear Mama.
To an extent I have gotten over it but I don't think that I will ever get over it completely.
However, when my grandmother ( his wife) died, I knew there was no way that I could do the reading. She was the anchor in my life when I was a child and teenager. At the funeral, my mom wrote the eulogy and the priest read it-ugh. If I had known she was going to do it, I would have taken a tranquilizer and muddled through. My mom was jealous of my grandmother and my love for her. The eulogy made a joke of my dear Mama.
To an extent I have gotten over it but I don't think that I will ever get over it completely.