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Nov. 23rd, 2018 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyTomorrow is Megan's funeral. I've basically spent all week being in this very weird limbo at work where about a third of the people who come into the store and talk to me ask about her service/express condolences/are obviously in need of a big hug because they're shattered.
The boy and I have made tentative plans to go. My side is more tentative than his but I'm going to try to not let myself weasel out of it because, y'know, closure and all that. The only reason, beyond general anxiety, I don't really want to go is because I imagine a LOT of people will be there and some of them I would like to avoid very, very much. But since this isn't about them I will suck it up.
Still trying to figure out what to wear.
The boy and I have made tentative plans to go. My side is more tentative than his but I'm going to try to not let myself weasel out of it because, y'know, closure and all that. The only reason, beyond general anxiety, I don't really want to go is because I imagine a LOT of people will be there and some of them I would like to avoid very, very much. But since this isn't about them I will suck it up.
Still trying to figure out what to wear.