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Monday, March 10, 2014

Closure and Making It Through

This will probably be the last blog entry I make regarding Tom.

Today was Tom's funeral service.  It was a short, sweet service.  He has so much family.  I'll be honest and say that I kind of felt out of place because I didn't know very many people there, but it was really nice nonetheless.  Some of his family members got up to tell stories about him.  At the end anyone who wanted to tell memories or a story could do so.  I really wanted to, but I am petrified of public speaking.  Perhaps I should have, but I wasn't really sure what to say.

His mom made a really nice collage of photos of Tom.  Two of them were ones that I had taken of him.  That made me feel really good that she thought they were good enough to use.  His family is so nice and really great. 

I couldn't concentrate on homework tonight so instead I decided to go singing.  I went to the Cal Neva and decided that this would be the night that I would finally get all the way through "Uninvited" by Alanis Morrisette.  It was Tom's favorite song that I sang, and every time I try to sing it, I fall apart. Well, I got up on that stage and tried again.  I'm sure I looked like an overdramatic weirdo up there, but it's the type of song that really gets me into it.  And, I did.  I belted that song with as much emotion as I could without breaking down and I finally got through the whole thing.  I dedicated it to him after I was done and sat back down in my seat.  Then, I broke down in tears and a few minutes later I left the bar.

 It's late and the words are simply not flowing as well as they could be.  More another day I suppose.