My grandmother died in India on March 23 (22 in the US). The US memorial service was the next day, too soon for me to fully process everything I was feeling. I spoke at her service, but I still wasn’t ready. This is the eulogy I would have liked to have given.
The defining characteristics of my family are sarcasm, sassiness, skepticism, and a nearly unhealthy level of feistiness. That made losing our sweet Ammachi that much harder to bear.