.... Someone, Constant Reader, once said that Funerals and wakes are more for the living than for the dead. Catharsis, I reckon.
It had been some odd months since I've seen them, before the turn for the worse. I hadn't the strength, but I knew that somewhere in heaven, they would sandbag me for not going in and saying goodbye one last time.
So, it's me coming to terms that I have lost one of the greatest friends I've ever made my adult life.
Hugging mom and dad helped, since they're like family to me. Loved when I can talk to them about anything and everything. The boyflesh is here, crying in solidarity, since he understands the hurt.
Sucks mightily, Constant Reader.
I wish they were here, right now, laughing with me about all this dumb bullshit and how we were going to drink, eat, talk and hope for an optimistic future.
Now I got to carry that hope for the both of us.
I hate mourning. I hate when I shed tears for memories, but it's a necessity for sweet pain that we have in life.
I love you very much, Bro. You were my family. I hope that we get to laugh again one day in that great beyond.
Goodbye, Sarah. Goodbye, Jesse.
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