The binds of anxiety taut across my chest. Frozen by expectations and narrowed eyes. My father nudges me. Facing the crowd in all black. A serene lake rests behind me. Tree-lined with azure sky. A contrived projection. They say it was her favorite spot. My notes like scrambled eggs on burnt toast. Fumbling for my reading glasses. The words—carefully crafted. The recipe is 2/3 cup reverence and 1/3 amusing anecdotes. What about those ten years you didn’t speak to me? A son’s only crime—loving another man. The crowd’s tears make me feel like a fraud.
Lance Kayser has a penchant for traveling, hiking, and binge-watching shows—all inspiration for his writing. He also enjoys the California sun with his husband and dog. Instagram: @lkayser2001 “Eulogy” is the Editor’s Pick for our LOSS contest, part of our 2026 Micromemoir Marathon.