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So I went to Sister Taylor's funeral today. The eulogy was nice, the talk was a bit of a downer, and the songs were nice. I didn't see Jeff cry, but that didn't stop me. Just seeing him stand hands in pockets, grim-faced next to his moms casket made me tear up. I couldn't imagine what I'd be like if forced to be in that position. And then to sit facing your moms casket for a whole two hours, listening to people tell stories about her or memories about her, knowing that there aren't going to be anymore stories or memories.
Me and Teresa went to the viewing and said hi to him. Of course I didn't know what to say. What DO you say? I just said hi, shook his hand, and smiled. I froze. I know I should have hugged him, told him that I'm sorry and that I'll be here for him, but facing him and having to say it in front of the casket and his sisters and dad and friends and family seemed so innefective and repetitive. So I moved down the line and into the hall where the funeral was to be held. And that was that.
Me and Teresa went to the viewing and said hi to him. Of course I didn't know what to say. What DO you say? I just said hi, shook his hand, and smiled. I froze. I know I should have hugged him, told him that I'm sorry and that I'll be here for him, but facing him and having to say it in front of the casket and his sisters and dad and friends and family seemed so innefective and repetitive. So I moved down the line and into the hall where the funeral was to be held. And that was that.