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Wednesday Jun 29, 2005

Jun 29, 2005
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So today was Chris's funeral. God it was the hardest funeral I had ever been to. The funeral home was packed full, there were sooo many people there. I had been prety much o.k. until today. I just saw so many of my friends breakdown. It was really nice though. He was buried in his highschool baseball uniform,which I thought was really cool. His dad got up and gave a small speech..he made it through it, barely. The pallbearers were all friends of ours from school. I felt bad as hell for them too, alot of us had known Chris since kindergarden.. On another note...maybe it's not my place to say anything or maybe I shouldn't even worry about it I dunno..BUT his girlfriend, at the visitation last night was wearing a top that I was seriously afraid her boobs were gonna fall out....Then today she had this REALLY short khaki skirt on..Like I said, maybe it's just me or maybe non of my business but I just kinda found it really distastefull...I dunno

It's weird how things like this brings sooo many people together. I saw a TON of people I hadn't seen in yrs. There were a few people I hadn't seen since the night of my accident. I ran into a girl I worked with a while back that I used to have a really big crush on. Her new boyfriend had went to the police academy with Chris. Gabrielle ran into a Girl that was about 3 years younger than us that used to come over to her house all the time and play with her younger brother and sister. It just sucks that it's not till something like this happens that everyone comes together.

I'm gonna TRY to get everyone together for a BBQ and stuff sometime SOON. We need to, hell we haven't ALL gotten together in a loooong time. It's always just a few of us here and there but never all of us really. Just seems like no one really wants to or just have better things to do..I dunno.

I need to just go to bed soon. I'm just frown puke frown today.


NEVER BE FORGOTTEN
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
faye:
It's strange how people just grow apart. And so sad really...I see people I went to highschool with and...I dunno it just always seems awkward.
Jun 29, 2005
whitewidow:
that ride was the time of my lifebiggrin

Kisses kiss kiss
Jul 1, 2005

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