Life can suck, part 2.

Yesterday was hard. Harder than I imagined it to be. For some reason it just doesn't seem real still. I mean I physically saw him in the casket. I was physically at the service and I physically saw his casket at the grave site. I'm not sure why, but it doesn't seem real. Every time I think about him I don't believe it. But then reality hits. It'll really hit the next time we have a get together or at the lake when he should be teasing me with frogs and fish. It sucks. It's just not fair.

He did have a wonderful service. Lots of his friends were in attendance. But still, no one should have to bury a friend or someone younger than you. Ever. It's too hard and not fair.

I can't even fathom what is parents are going through. It hits me differently now that I'm a parent. I can't and don't want to imagine losing Lyla. Ugh...

Ok enough of this depressing talk. My next post will be better. You may even laugh at me.