Welcome to thanks for being here. Very short pod that comes out every Sunday morning as

Sundays are such a good time to let go of the day to day and touch base with what matters,

what will matter and what will have mattered. The answer to that question for me is often

found in ceremonies I could watch strangers get married once a week and I'm even more affected

by funerals. Sitting in a service, taking in the story of one life, just another ordinary

person who they loved and who loved them. In a way, eulogies are about the most succinct

source of clarity and direction I can think of. So I ask listeners who have lost someone dear

to share their words and every week I'll read one eulogy here so that we don't forget

there is a point to the pain. We have much to offer. We affect each other deeply and that ordinary

lives are really kind of exquisite when you look at them closely. This is thanks for being here.

Hi guys, welcome back to thanks for being here where we reflect deeply on one great life

as reflected through eulogy. This week I'm sharing the eulogy Jody Woverka wrote for her mother.

So Jacob, my son, had a group of elementary school buddies and one of them named Nathan

ended up getting the lead role of Tevye in his high school production of Fiddler on the Roof.

The first weekend of performances happened to be on Mother's Day so my family decided to take my

mom because well of course going to see Nathan and Fiddler on the Roof was the absolute perfect

thing to do with her on Mother's Day. Well, except for me be having Mark row her around Lake Shebo

for a whole afternoon, I get it. We all understand neither Shane nor I would ever be able to top that.

So Nathan was excellent and my mom loved the whole thing, loved it. So at the end,

we went into the lobby where the actors were and we waited in a kind of reception line to

congratulate Nathan and my mom of course gave him what my kids call her Bubby hug, which I'm sure

you've all experienced long and tight, long and tight with just the absolute full force of her love.

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