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April 27th

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Monday. It was like a dream when it all happened. A simple phone call in the middle of the day. It was expected but at the same time it wasn’t. I heard those words that I had waited a month to hear and I smiled out of sadness, my heart raced, and all I wanted to do was run clear cross campus to the only person who was there for me. But I couldn’t. I just sat there unable to move. I waited for my dad to come get me; to take me home so I could get ready for the following day. I sat in my room and cried. I talked to my friends but as much as I wish it had helped, it did nothing but to stop me from going insane.

Tuesday. It was like a dream when I woke up. I put on my dress and walked out the door into the rain like a machine on autopilot. The car ride was hell. My ipod kept me sane but couldn’t stop the tears. Every song seemed to remind me of everything. Even the upbeat ones. We arrived early. It was so hard to think about it. Sitting there watching people walking in to see us and make sure that we were ok. Yea, like I was anywhere near ok. The room was empty and we were the last to go in. Front row, box right in front of me. The tears started and never stopped. The speech was funny and sad. It was painful and I stopped breathing a few times. My tears fell harder and faster when I was mentioned. God that hurt. It’s all over. We follow the box out and into the rain……

The rest…I honestly don’t remember. I know what happened. I was there. But I can’t tell you who was there, what was said. I think where I stood is the only thing I remember; right in front of the hole…
This memory won't leave my mind and I figured that typing it out would help deal or whatever.

i miss you Bubbie <3
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