I didn't write a eulogy when you expected me to do it. I grieved for a long time and wrote eulogies to my therapists, my lovers, my friends, all the people I loved. Over and over until the wounds scabbed over. Until they were torn off again and again and healed over until there were scars. I grieved for decades, wrote eulogies for years until I was loved enough to love myself and didn't need to write them anymore. So you're not getting one from me. They were all for myself. My grief. My wounds. I don't need to grieve anymore.
