A penny for your thoughts?

how do you write a eulogy for someone still breathing?
i do not know stories of you. i know how you feel in a hug. i know the way your jumpers smell. i know the sound of your voice and how you're hard to understand when you're being funny because your dutch accent takes over. i know the twinkle in your eye when you get it, the way they crinkle slightly at the corners when you're amused, the way you drag your feet and the way your posture changes when you see your wife. forever a gentleman, forever a gentle man. i know the ripple in your laugh and the sound of your sleep. i know your qualia. i know your love. but these observations, they're not meant to be shared the moment you go. they are to be savoured and unaffected by bitter tears. they're to keep my heart warm and my smile bright. i don't know stories, i know small things. i know your favourite slippers and the container you use for your after dinner snacks - particularly peanuts ha. i know how you make your milo and the way you like your whiskey. i know that you love me. i will keep these things safe with me. i will keep you safe with me.