Literature
To the girl I hit
I’d never given an eulogy in my life and now for my first time, I was expected to give a speech about a girl I didn’t know at all.
OK, maybe “a girl I didn’t know at all” is somewhat untrue; I knew Abigail decades ago and by sick chance I had run her over a few days back, her parents remembered me and demanded I give the eulogy (new age grief therapy?)
Well here goes nothing: “I hardly knew Abigail but in her last moments she showed me true kindness, forgiving me for my sin even though she wasn’t ready to die (this was of course a lie, she jumped in front of my car screa
