I survived the weekend. The viewing was tough...the memorial service was the worst thing I've ever put myself into. I started off with tears in my eyes and by the end I was crying horribly. Saying the last goodbye was the hardest, I waited until it was just the family, I told him I'd look after Linda and just started crying worse. I kissed his forehead and touched his hand and my aunt Alva asked if I was okay...
My mom and Alva's husband went after me and my mom cried worse than me. It was hard to see her bestfriend like that.
We had that lunch thing after the service then the family went back to Linda's house where we drank....and boy did we drink.
i got trashed infront of my mom and dad. I had 5 strong shooter things, 4 or 5 double and triple shots of some hard core tequila not really sure what the name of it was. Uhh some wine and 2 bottles of beer.
We all did 2 single shots for Pete and Linda. I woke up on sunday at 10 am fine.