I wrote about my dad some time after he had passed away some years ago.

I wrote about my stepfather after he had passed in February.

And I wrote about my father in law after he had suddenly passed away in May.

Every single time it was hard. emotionally. But it was a cathartic moment at the same time. I remembered what made me feel connected. What they meant to me.

To outsource this to a machine would have robbed me of emotions, wonderful memories and closure.

But I have to say from experience, that writing about them was a totally different thing than to read these words at their funeral.

This was very, very much a different beast. It still makes me tear up thinking about it. It still makes me choke.