I hate funerals
The priest that baptized me died yesterday. Words can't really express how I feel about it. I just know that I won't be able to do anything tomorrow night except cry.
It's not like we were BFFs but I can't help feeling really sad about it. I knew him more than I knew my mom's stepdad and I didn't stop crying until the day after his funeral.
I don't think he suffered and he actually knew that it was nearing time for him to go. I hope he gets to a better place, because this one sucks.
It's not like we were BFFs but I can't help feeling really sad about it. I knew him more than I knew my mom's stepdad and I didn't stop crying until the day after his funeral.
I don't think he suffered and he actually knew that it was nearing time for him to go. I hope he gets to a better place, because this one sucks.