My friend who died last week in an accident was buried this morning. Some may remember my other post. As you know he is the 4th one in 4 months.
I didnt have the guts to go to the burial.
I went last night to the funeral home to see him, which is why I could not bear to see him shoved into a dark hole, all alone. He lookes beautiful, really gorgeous. I'd never cried so much, he looked just like he did when he was alive. I swear I could almost see his chest move up and down like he was breathing, that how good he looked. I panicked, and felt like yelling to everyone 'hes breathing!'
My shallow quick breaths made me imagine him breathing, he looked like he would jump up any minute and yell "gotcha!"
I was pretty put together until an old man started singing and thats when I lost it. His death has really affected me, I think he is the toughest one so far.
I hope I can soon learn to live with this, but it will be hard, I mean I look at the t-shirt with his photo and I can remember every little detail about him...