Today's OneWord: Eulogy

I tried to write my mother's eulogy, but all I could do was doodle on the paper in front of me. They weren't nice doodles, either. Normally, when I was bored or stressed, I'd let graphite spirals erupt from my pencil, or funky shapes and circles leave their inky trails. These drawings were different. They were jagged, with definite ends - no cycle, just point A to B, point Alive to Point Buried in the Ground.