Two months before my Mom died my co worker told me that his uncle spoke at his Grandmother's funeral. I asked was he her son and he told me "yes"...
I was shocked! I thought I'd be too distraught to EVER speak at my mother's funeral.
I also remember admiring him profusely. Wow...
When my Mom died I spoke, not just for her but for my Dad. My Dad cried for the first time during my speech. He had lost his wife of 61 years, it was the least I could do.
At his funeral, just 6 months later, the hand out didn't mention the names of his grandchildren. Even though his loss was so much worse than my Mom's... he died on my birthday ... I had to speak at his, too. I brought up the fact that my Dad had LOTS of nicknames, Pop, Dad, Papa, but his FAVORITE name was Granddaddy. I had his grandchildren stand and be counted as the people who made his so proud.... I felt my Daddy smiling at me that day.
In other words, Ron, you NEVER know how strong you can be on the hardest day of your life. I smiled last week when I heard Bindi speak at Steve Irwin's funeral... I knew the pride and comfort and knowing that they were there and loving the strength you show on a day when they don't want to see their loved ones sad...
God bless,
Robinrs