tonight was the visitation.
i couldn't go see him like that. i didn't want to see him like that. i wanted to remember the man he was, full of life, so i didn't even walk near the front. i missed out on hugging his parents, and i'll tell them... but later.
and then after the visitation, a bunch of people came to the house.
and we loved on each other. and we hugged. and we laughed. and although my heart is twinging a bit that it takes death to bring us together, i'm glad we all got together...
even if we did talk about starting a commune.