As you all know, this Sunday I will be the Third Generation Speaker at a Holocaust Memorial service at the cemetery where my maternal Grandfather and his family are buried. Considering I spill my guts on this blog almost every single day, I figured I could write this speech no problem. Well, I was wrong.
I have started and restarted the speech several times over the last few days. I just can’t seem to get it out clearly. I was on the phone with my parents last night as I was struggling to form coherent sentences and my Mom asked how I was able to discuss such personal topics on the blog, yet I couldn’t express myself in this speech. I was stumped.
Then I realized it’s the idea of speaking in front of a bunch of Jewish Mothers. Discussing my Jewish identity and what my Grandmother, a Holocaust survivor, means to me. I mean, holy shit, how can I even put it into words?
So I’m going to go back to the basics and stop trying so hard. I will write this speech like I’ve written everything else…from my head to the page. No over-thinking, no late night phone calls freaking out to my parents.
I got this. See ya on Sunday!