Mike’s memorial is one week from tomorrow. Lately I’ve been channeling my grief into planning for the event. I spent most of the weekend digging through old photographs for the slideshow we’re making. I’ll add more when I get to West Virginia next weekend. My parents ordered the flowers. I am confirming the speakers. Mike’s best friend Chas is going to speak. I asked Mike’s friend Jeff to speak, too. Dad might say a few words, if he’s up for it. Mom will just try to make it through the day. I will speak, though I’m not yet sure what I will say. Eulogy for my baby brother. I still have a week to write it. Mom and Dad talked to the priest. I will pick out the music. Mom and Dad ordered the food. I ran Mike’s obituary in our hometown newspaper, though none of us has lived there in years. Mom and Dad will run an announcement about the memorial in their local newspaper. I have been sending out emails. Dolly wants to buy a funeral dress. Mom and Dad called the funeral home. The funeral home will call the cemetery to make arrangements for the internment. I will borrow a projector for the slideshow. Mom and Dad will pick out photographs to bring to the church. The funeral home will bring the ashes to the church. I will write a eulogy for my baby brother.
One hundred six days since Mike has been gone. Eight days until Mike’s memorial. Keeping busy, keeping time.