Standing up at a memorial to share a story while your voice wobbles is one of the hardest, kindest things people do.

Speaking at something like that is not performance and nobody expects polish. The wobble is part of what makes it land, because it tells the room that the person mattered to you, and the story becomes something the family keeps. It is hard, and it is done for other people rather than for yourself.

If you are ever asked and you want to, keep it to one memory rather than a whole life, and write it down so your hands have something to hold. Nobody minds a pause. And if you cannot do it, that is completely fine, and a note to the family does similar work.