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Jun. 22nd, 2008 09:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leujinThe funeral was on Friday.
I don't know what to say about it other than it sucked that I even had to be there. Adrian's face didn't look right. He always had a big goofy grin and he just looked... stoic. Not himself.
I hated being in that church. I hated having to talk about Adrian knowing I would never get to see those wacky things he did and that I would never be able to play with him again. Or his mischievous grin. Or that look he had when you were playing a game with him and he knew you were doing something stupid but he didn't want to say something about it. I hated seeing people there that I hadn't seen in forever and knowing that they were just there to mourn him. It was nice to see them, but... ghgh... I can't put it into words.
We went through all his stuff yesterday. My mom wanted each of us to take something to remind us of him, but... I just felt horrible doing it. I ended up taking a pokémon figure, because I always thought of him as the kid who played pokémon. I just kept thinking "this is HIS stuff, we have no right to be rifling through it and picking out things we want." I kept expecting him to burst in and say "Hey, jerks! Stop going through my stuff!"
But he didn't.
Death sucks insurmountably.
We're back in OKC now. Ready to get back to life. Or something like it.
I don't know what to say about it other than it sucked that I even had to be there. Adrian's face didn't look right. He always had a big goofy grin and he just looked... stoic. Not himself.
I hated being in that church. I hated having to talk about Adrian knowing I would never get to see those wacky things he did and that I would never be able to play with him again. Or his mischievous grin. Or that look he had when you were playing a game with him and he knew you were doing something stupid but he didn't want to say something about it. I hated seeing people there that I hadn't seen in forever and knowing that they were just there to mourn him. It was nice to see them, but... ghgh... I can't put it into words.
We went through all his stuff yesterday. My mom wanted each of us to take something to remind us of him, but... I just felt horrible doing it. I ended up taking a pokémon figure, because I always thought of him as the kid who played pokémon. I just kept thinking "this is HIS stuff, we have no right to be rifling through it and picking out things we want." I kept expecting him to burst in and say "Hey, jerks! Stop going through my stuff!"
But he didn't.
Death sucks insurmountably.
We're back in OKC now. Ready to get back to life. Or something like it.
