do not stand at my grave.
Feb. 9th, 2013 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
samschoolerI went to a funeral today. A close friend of mine died a week ago yesterday, and the service was provided through donations gathered at my university, where he was a tutor. It was... good, I think. It was closure. I don't have many memories of funerals I've been to before this. I remember my mother touching my dead grandfather in his casket, and I remember freaking out because I thought he would grab her. Being six at a funeral is a bit different than being 20 at a funeral.
The pastor could have used some work. Call me a heathen, but I don't think a funeral is the proper place to give a sermon damning abortion. :\
I also told my mother I'm engaged. I kept telling myself that when I was 20, I would do it, and now that Alex and I have been engaged for a little over a year, I decided it was about damn time to spill.
She told me that she's known for months. Mothers.
Anyway, it's back to the words for me. I've been in a slump for the past week after having a 12k weekend, and I need to start pounding it out again.
The pastor could have used some work. Call me a heathen, but I don't think a funeral is the proper place to give a sermon damning abortion. :\
I also told my mother I'm engaged. I kept telling myself that when I was 20, I would do it, and now that Alex and I have been engaged for a little over a year, I decided it was about damn time to spill.
She told me that she's known for months. Mothers.
Anyway, it's back to the words for me. I've been in a slump for the past week after having a 12k weekend, and I need to start pounding it out again.