It is most usual for someone who is speaking at a funeral or memorial to speak of the dead. Accomplishments and personality. Characteristics and perhaps a few flaws...if only to remind us that they, although great, were human. We are to talk of who they were on blissful Fridays and how they overcame stressful Mondays. But sometimes those things aren't necessary. Sometimes there are more important things and most times...those things go left unsaid. Even if I stood here and boasted of Aunt Samantha's beautiful countenance and strong abounding love...it would still be leaving something unsaid. So, I turn then to you three. You beautifully broken three. First... I love you. Second, I want you to look to the woman sitting just there... that is my mother. Alive. Grieving her sister but still alive. So when I tell you I understand what you are going through it is not that I understand the pain of losing a mother...or even losing your mother. It is that I understand shar