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Apr. 9th, 2009 01:36 amWent to the funeral today. It turns out it wasn't a drive-by shooting; her friends were at a house and shot her accidentally. They just made up the drive-by shooting thing to cover their asses. I don't want to try getting into the whole thing, since, well, nobody really knows the full story since nobody's telling the damn truth--there's different stories coming from all over the place, the cops say they don't add up--but I think it basically happened because she started falling into the wrong crowd. Apparently the guy was planning on shooting somebody else that night and pointed the gun at her as a joke since he thought the safety was on. Apparently there were also adults at the house, and nobody called 911.
So there's that.
But anyway, it was a very nice funeral. It was a great day for it, all sunny and warm (kind of a stroke of luck, since the weather here has been all over the place). It was at a pretty Catholic church, had tons of teenagers there since she hadn't even graduated high school yet. Hahaha, I always feel so awkward whenever I'm in any kind of religious situation, being agnostic and everything. I just feel like I'm doing everything wrong and everyone can tell, y'know? I just try to follow everyone's lead and don't say anything, haha.
This is the fourth funeral I've been to. That seems like a lot. I dunno, maybe it's because I've never been extremely close to the people I've gone to funerals for (first three were grandparents who died when I was too young to remember a lot about them), but I've never found funerals to really be... well... sad. I mean, funeral scenes in fiction are always as bleak as they can possibly be, all grey and storming and all the people there are just crying their hearts out, but I've always gotten a sort of bittersweet sense of closure out of them. It's sad that the person is gone, but at the same time, you're giving them an elaborate farewell, you're surrounded by friends and family, everyone's paying their respects and supporting each other-- I don't know. It always seems like the days before are what's hardest to swallow, but the funeral itself provides a nice point for people to gather around, take a look at each other and say, once and for all, "Well, this is it."
I can't imagine what Jim and Jeanie are going through. They did seem well today, though, which I was very happy to see; they're some of the sweetest people I've ever met. I'm sure they'll be okay.
Man, now it hurts to walk since my feet are all covered in blisters. Of course, I'm weird, so I just turned right around and walked all over the neighborhood as soon as I got home dkfgjhkds
I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO THIS SONG I don't even remember where I got it wtf
So there's that.
But anyway, it was a very nice funeral. It was a great day for it, all sunny and warm (kind of a stroke of luck, since the weather here has been all over the place). It was at a pretty Catholic church, had tons of teenagers there since she hadn't even graduated high school yet. Hahaha, I always feel so awkward whenever I'm in any kind of religious situation, being agnostic and everything. I just feel like I'm doing everything wrong and everyone can tell, y'know? I just try to follow everyone's lead and don't say anything, haha.
This is the fourth funeral I've been to. That seems like a lot. I dunno, maybe it's because I've never been extremely close to the people I've gone to funerals for (first three were grandparents who died when I was too young to remember a lot about them), but I've never found funerals to really be... well... sad. I mean, funeral scenes in fiction are always as bleak as they can possibly be, all grey and storming and all the people there are just crying their hearts out, but I've always gotten a sort of bittersweet sense of closure out of them. It's sad that the person is gone, but at the same time, you're giving them an elaborate farewell, you're surrounded by friends and family, everyone's paying their respects and supporting each other-- I don't know. It always seems like the days before are what's hardest to swallow, but the funeral itself provides a nice point for people to gather around, take a look at each other and say, once and for all, "Well, this is it."
I can't imagine what Jim and Jeanie are going through. They did seem well today, though, which I was very happy to see; they're some of the sweetest people I've ever met. I'm sure they'll be okay.
Man, now it hurts to walk since my feet are all covered in blisters. Of course, I'm weird, so I just turned right around and walked all over the neighborhood as soon as I got home dkfgjhkds
I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO THIS SONG I don't even remember where I got it wtf
