I release my fists that had crumpled up the pages I had placed on the podium. Only after a few minutes did I realize how tense I was. I can feel many eyes on me but I don't have the courage to look up and meet their stares. I close my eyes and focus on my words. Breathe in... Breathe out. I collect my thoughts, swallow the lump of anxiety and begin: "He was a complicated person-"