Good lord who would've thought I'd feel like this today? I feel like puking my guts up right now, I can only imagine what I'll feel like when I'm actually there. I really don't want to go to the wake tonight, and even less go to the funeral tomorrow. Can you imagine going to a funeral with a little baby casket? Jeez. The thought just puts goosebumps on my arms. This sucks. Why, at the very least, could they not have saved that little kid???
I guess this is so surreal and hard because the person dead is my age... Usually when you are going to a funeral, it's for someone older and it's sad, but hey, they were old, it was bound to happen. But someone 26 years old, and with a baby? Not something that you see (or want to see for that matter) every day. The hardest part for me? Seeing her parents grief when I see them for the first time in almost two years. That's really going to hit it home for me, and tear me apart. I never would've dreamed two years ago when my father passed, and they were at his funeral, that I would be attending their daughter's funeral a mere two years later. When I got the call this past Friday that something was wrong, I just figured it would be one of her parents, or something like that. I never dreamed it would be her. It makes me cold just thinking about it.
Like I said, we were no longer close, or really even friends anymore for that matter, but I do love her parents. And that's what's going to be hard. Can you imagine the amount of grief that's going to hang over that room? I really think it's going to make me pass out. Somehow, I need the strength to get through this. But how?
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