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Hold on to nothing, as fast as you can...
Nov. 22nd, 2003 04:28 pmWell, I made it through ok.
The thing in the casket looked nothing like her, as predicted, but I went and looked with the family and didn't lose it. I think the fact that it didn't look like her made it easier.
Everyone brought pictures and stuff to set up around the room. She used to be so glamorous--she was a model when she was younger. She won a beauty contest. She was beautiful, and that overly-makeupped shell looked nothing like her.
The service was nice and understated. I held my mom while she cried--though no one broke down too badly.
I still haven't cried yet.
I'm sitting in my 16 year old cousin Ray's bedroom right now, typing on a computer he built himself. He's been showing me pictures of his girlfriend, who is adorable.
I'm not quite sure when it happened, but somehow I feel like I belong to this family now. It's nice.
Everyone's been really sweet--people have been sending me e-mails, leaving messages on my voice mail, cooking me dinner. It's good to know that people care.
Anyway, I should get off of Ray's computer and join the gathering downstairs. But to everyone who has offered support over the past few days-- thank you. Thank you so much.
The thing in the casket looked nothing like her, as predicted, but I went and looked with the family and didn't lose it. I think the fact that it didn't look like her made it easier.
Everyone brought pictures and stuff to set up around the room. She used to be so glamorous--she was a model when she was younger. She won a beauty contest. She was beautiful, and that overly-makeupped shell looked nothing like her.
The service was nice and understated. I held my mom while she cried--though no one broke down too badly.
I still haven't cried yet.
I'm sitting in my 16 year old cousin Ray's bedroom right now, typing on a computer he built himself. He's been showing me pictures of his girlfriend, who is adorable.
I'm not quite sure when it happened, but somehow I feel like I belong to this family now. It's nice.
Everyone's been really sweet--people have been sending me e-mails, leaving messages on my voice mail, cooking me dinner. It's good to know that people care.
Anyway, I should get off of Ray's computer and join the gathering downstairs. But to everyone who has offered support over the past few days-- thank you. Thank you so much.
