I eugolized my father.
At the moment of truth I had the chance to speak my mind. To say it like it was(is).
But my father wasn’t a monster. He was a flawed man.
Not very different from me.
So I stood at the podium. Wrapped my hands around its wooden sides, looked at my mother and my sisters and channeled what he would have practiced to say.
It wasn’t poetic but the words resonated.