The service was beautiful. Sarah spoke flawlessly. John looked different, but thanks to Sarah, his hair no longer “looked like shit”. It is hard to look at some one you know like that. It is hard to see someone like him, lying there with no expression. Like he was sleeping. Like he would wake up any minute and laugh at us for bawling like idiots. Crooked smile, laughing eyes. So much personality, wrapped into that little guy. So much love, in such a small room. So many tears. But beautiful, nonetheless.
There was a scrapbook, and a big picture that we signed and a guestbook. When we were in seventh grade, John said that he wanted “Freebird” played at his funeral. Someone obviously remembered, because they played it at the end…and then it all came rushing back. I had forgotten about that. Now it seems like he knew all along…who knows, in seventh grade, what song they want played at their funeral?
I just want to vomit…I haven’t laughed in a long time.

Stuck-in-my-head Song of the Day: "Brokedown Palace"-The Grateful Dead