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So, at the end of last week, a friend of mine (not terribly close, rather on the border between acquaintance and friend) took her own life. Her memorial service was Tuesday, which would have been her 30th birthday.
Y'know. I know everyone handles grief differently, but wtf going from a prayer straight into singing happy birthday, followed by birthday cake and line dancing (to, among other things, Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy)? That's just ... I really have no words.
I guess it did work one way, though -- I'm spending less time thinking about Kari and far more going "... wtf" still, heh. Seriously, Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy? Really?
Y'know. I know everyone handles grief differently, but wtf going from a prayer straight into singing happy birthday, followed by birthday cake and line dancing (to, among other things, Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy)? That's just ... I really have no words.
I guess it did work one way, though -- I'm spending less time thinking about Kari and far more going "... wtf" still, heh. Seriously, Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy? Really?