Blackbird, fly.
I’ve been in transit all day. I took a plane down to SoCal for my friend’s brother’s funeral and I flew back this morning. It's nearly midnight and I have to say that February 3, 2005 will go down as one of the saddest days in my existence. It is absolutely no fun to go to a funeral, but you do it to show support and kindness to people who are or were important to you. I haven’t seen the people I saw today in 15 years. I wish I could have seen them under happier circumstances. There is something fundamentally wrong with parents burying their children; the world feels like the axis is off. I should have been reuniting with this family for a birth or a wedding or a graduation, not to bury their son.
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