When at the funeral of my mother the pastor asked if anybody wanted to say something, I wanted to but I did not, and for many reasons.
At this point in my life I am more comfortable speaking English, and addressing my family that way would be silly;
and my Danish would leave me open to much ridicule and pity, and I did not need that.
So I did not speak
but for many years, in quiet moments, I have gone over the remarks in my mind that I never got to say at the passing of my mother.
I know what I wanted to say and she, wherever she is, must know that by now.
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If you feel that you need to say something, say it loud and clear, in any language you want. Let others think what they like, that dosn't matter, what matters is that you say what you feel needed.
Nobody can ruin my day, but me. That is a discision I made many years ago.
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