oh.how.it.hurts.
so. papaws buried. and i miss him more than ever. i thought that finalizing things would make it 100x better. not really... its so weird to think about it. and even more weird when i was there looking down at his tombstone. it didnt seem real--and when we even put his ashes in the ground it seemed even more unreal. i just didnt know what to think about it all. im sittin at home with nothing to do. when im alone and bored i begin thinking about everything..which sucks. and i wish i could see marshall. i do but i dont. i guess i just want someone to hold me while i cry. its a girl thing i suppose. i havent really thought alot about marshall lately until today. and not even today until mom and dad left to go eat in clay. i didnt wanna go..so i didnt. it seems like nothing will get better. sigh. i gotta hang in there. pray for me.
ps. david-sorry i couldnt come see you. mom and dad were being complete asses. i promise i will come see you soon. promise..
ps. david-sorry i couldnt come see you. mom and dad were being complete asses. i promise i will come see you soon. promise..