I was reading about the death of Boyd Clarke, and as I read, I was reminded of a time in my life when I had to eulogize someone. The experience left me wanting. I wanted words to carry my memories of a cherished grin, the rumble of a laugh, and the warmth of a hug. Reflecting back, the eulogy I gave could have been to an empty room. The words I spoke were for me, to fill a hole gaping and raw, left by a loss of someone loved and admired. So I feel for those who are moved to eulogize someone. The words we use are so one dimensional and inadequate, when trying impart a grin, a laugh and the warmth of a hug.