My head swam with a jumble of thoughts about Francesca, all the great memories. Then, the last time I saw her. I pushed away the thought. After I left H&K’s, I had a couple of hours before I picked Vivian up from the airport. Having been to many funerals, I had an idea of what I thought a good eulogy was. Personal information, not cliché, seemed to make the best impact to honor the deceased. How do I wrap up her twenty-two years of life in one speech? Knowing her from the time she was five until she was eighteen, I had some ideas. But what about the past four years? Did she have any real accomplishments or stories that could add depth to the retelling of her life? I hoped later tonight Vivian would shed a light on the missing four years. My head was in a fog. For a while I meandered around town, hoping that the movement and fresh air would help me think. Turning a corner, I ran into Jacob. “Hello again,”
