hm.
I just got back from a funeral showing...and before that sriver's ed. (i ran over a cone!XP... Today was parking. ugh...times a million.)
The funeral is tomorrow...I dont think I'm going but my dad is a palm barrer( or however it is spelled.) Today I was not dressed at all appropriately for a funeral because of driving right before. A green shirt with jean capris aren't attire designed for mourning.
I didn't know the man who died. (His son is a family friend though.) Apparently he committed suicide because of a disease he had.
I hate funerals. I don't like to see the one who is dead, although I have no problem going in. Today, I casually took a glimpse of the man as I was leaving. It was then I wanted to cry. A sweet looking, little, old man. He was wearing his glasses, his hands on his stomach.
I saw some others crying...grandchildren and children.
His name was William. I love that name.
well. I dont really have much else worth saying right now. Maybe later.
Thats a wrap.
The funeral is tomorrow...I dont think I'm going but my dad is a palm barrer( or however it is spelled.) Today I was not dressed at all appropriately for a funeral because of driving right before. A green shirt with jean capris aren't attire designed for mourning.
I didn't know the man who died. (His son is a family friend though.) Apparently he committed suicide because of a disease he had.
I hate funerals. I don't like to see the one who is dead, although I have no problem going in. Today, I casually took a glimpse of the man as I was leaving. It was then I wanted to cry. A sweet looking, little, old man. He was wearing his glasses, his hands on his stomach.
I saw some others crying...grandchildren and children.
His name was William. I love that name.
well. I dont really have much else worth saying right now. Maybe later.
Thats a wrap.