im slightly lost.
i fell empty. I know I have to learn with this feeling but it’s just not something that I’m okay with, it’s something that I’ll NEVER be okay with.
I’m currently sitting here trying to design my baby cousin’s funeral program. How the HELL am I supposed to sum up the life of an amazing soul that impacted so many people in a mere 19 years. Out of everything i have ever tried to make in my life, this is by far the most intense. I am the one to choose everything. the picture, the poem… etc…
i may or may not be feeling a little queasy.
i’ll try to make something that you would love, baby cousin…. promise.
