i am writing a tribute to read at bodge's memorial on monday.
there's so much to say, and such a small window to say it in. and most of it i don't have the words for.
such a huge privilege to be able to do this, and yet such a big responisibility.
[i can't even write the words without breaking down, over and over.
so how the hell am i going to be able to stand up and read them in front of his family and a packed church...?]
it's utterly exhausting