And, damn was it hot today. Too frickin hot to be wearing all black, but ya know. Had to wear it, mourn a friend and all that rot.
It was a small, short service. They had her way down in the sticks, dude. I didn't even know that damn cemetary was that frickin big. Jebus!
She had a white coffin. Kinda surprised, and glad, it wasn't pink though.
Saw a few friends I hadn't seen in years. Sad it had to come about in such a miserable way. But, all in all, I say I'm doing okay, under the circumstances.
I didn't think I'd be able to stop crying, but most of the time I just stood there, glaring at the coffin. Still pissed. Am gonna be for the rest of my life. There's no getting over that kinda loss.
But, as the preacher dude said, life goes on.
One thing that really irked me though, her own mother didn't even show up. Her father was there, and she looked just like him, but no mama.
I mean, I know she and her mom weren't that close, but damn that's some messed up s**t not to show up to your own daughter's burial. Can she really be so mad/upset with her that she'd refuse to be there to say her last respects?
Apparently so. Eh, truth be told, didn't really wanna see her anyways. It's just something about her that really rubs me the wrong way. Personally, I think she did it. ::shrugs::
Rest In Peace, Jazzy. Love you always.
February 10, 1988 - August 20, 2008
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