Dateline: Boscobel WI, 1 April 2004
I got an email from the assistant editor of the Washington Post's Outlook section. My proposed piece for this Sunday's issue is bumped from the line-up due to "crunch of events," a couple of further edits they want me to pursue, and the sense that they're asking too much from me on the day I bury my Dad.
Fair enough, but I'm disappointed with the outcome nonetheless. Could have used the boost on Sunday to see the article in print, plus now I worry that all this does is give the world another week to come up with fantastic stories that only keep me off the page next week as well.
Oh well, I gave the real "performance of a lifetime" today when I delivered the eulogy at my Father's funeral in the same church I grew up in. It was easily the hardest speech I have ever given, but my Mom's hug afterwards told me everything I needed to know about what I hold dear in this world.
It does help to keep things in perspective.
