Not my dad
everyone keeps on asking me am i ok and walking on egg shells around me. it wasn't my dad that died, hell i din't even know the guy all that well. this experiance has affected me though. i can't remeber how many times my father went off claiming he was going to drive into the river and then this happens... well i guess it hits a little too close to home. the funeral is on wednesday and i'm only going to the mass because i have work at 4, i might go to the rosery i'm not sure yet. i don't think my parents wanted me to go, it was as if they were afraid it would bring back memories of the death of my bf's mother. maybe it has, i'm not quite sure.