My little town
I went home this weekend. It was kind of hard. On Friday night I found out about Mr. Lafferty via Erica's away message, which is a shitty way to find out about something like that. I decided to go home to attend the funeral and tried to get a hold of my mom to make arrangements. I failed at this till a bit later.
I already had tickets to see Sin City (which was awesome) so I went. On the way to the theater, I continued my quest to reach my mom, and succeeded She made a train reservation for me and said that they might have plans for Saturday night but she couldn't remember. This is really common for her, so I said I would just take the bus to Portsmouth and call someone to pick me up.
I put my phone on silence when we got to the theater, but checked it cause my mom was going to call and tell me how I was going to get back home. She did call and left me a message. She said that their plans for Saturday night were to take my cousin Chip and his wife out to dinner because he had cancer. Again, not a good way to find that out.
I went to the funeral today. Saying it was sad and nice is all too common. It was sad, but I've been to sadder. It was very well attended, unfortunately the service was in the funeral home, thus there was not enough seating in the room. I had to wait in line for about half an hour (that is not an exaggeration) before I could pay my respects. His wife hugged me. His wife hugged everyone who would hug her. I didn't cry, but I almost did. I sat with Laura Peters, It helped that I could sit with a friend.
Seeing Ethan was the best part. It had been so long since I've seen him, and I needed to. I don't know what I would do without him.
I already had tickets to see Sin City (which was awesome) so I went. On the way to the theater, I continued my quest to reach my mom, and succeeded She made a train reservation for me and said that they might have plans for Saturday night but she couldn't remember. This is really common for her, so I said I would just take the bus to Portsmouth and call someone to pick me up.
I put my phone on silence when we got to the theater, but checked it cause my mom was going to call and tell me how I was going to get back home. She did call and left me a message. She said that their plans for Saturday night were to take my cousin Chip and his wife out to dinner because he had cancer. Again, not a good way to find that out.
I went to the funeral today. Saying it was sad and nice is all too common. It was sad, but I've been to sadder. It was very well attended, unfortunately the service was in the funeral home, thus there was not enough seating in the room. I had to wait in line for about half an hour (that is not an exaggeration) before I could pay my respects. His wife hugged me. His wife hugged everyone who would hug her. I didn't cry, but I almost did. I sat with Laura Peters, It helped that I could sit with a friend.
Seeing Ethan was the best part. It had been so long since I've seen him, and I needed to. I don't know what I would do without him.