Scream-of-Consciousness

The fifty-four week eulogy, week 1...

Fifty-four weeks from today, on what would have been his 75th birthday, I will give the eulogy at my father's memorial service. It is not a simple task. Beyond everything else he was - adventurer, naturalist, diver - Dad was a writer, and as such, he was obsessed with perfection. And so I have fifty-four weeks to craft a piece that will do justice not only to Dad's life and work, but his mania for le mot juste as well. Which, of course, has nothing to do with the scheduling.

posted by lisamarlene @ 6:27 AM