originally published June, 2017 My mother’s funeral. The thing I remember most was my near-constant desire to lunge at the microphone WWF style and shout something very un-eulogy like. All of the people there, these “close, special friends,” most of whom I did not know at all inside this massive church, telling me how my mother was THEEEE MOST wonderful woman in the world. And then they’d gush about how she’d light up whenever she spoke about me. How proud she was! Loved me so much! Light of her world!… …Read More »