Yesterday, I barely slept. But then woke up at 7am, to get ready for my uncle's funeral. I spent the day at church for his final mass, and then back to Rookwood Cemetery, yet again. He was getting cremated, after the ceremony, everyone went to the back to communicate with each other over tea/coffee/food for a wake. It was too much for me to handle, with everything that was already going on, so I went for a walk. And tried to set my mind to Alax's grave. I eventually found my way there.
I spent about half an hour sitting beside him, talking and letting a lot out. I could feel that John was there too. Remembering back to Alax's burial, when I was crying on his shoulder. I left them a bundle of roses, and singular lilies. I really miss you boys. It's all finally sinking in. I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm going to set my mind to it, and pull through. Promise.
I came home, and went straight to Hornsby to visit my aunty, so she could fix my braces. I was absolutely dead tired. But still pulled my lazy ass out to David's 20th birthday bash. It was a good night, overall. Anthony Merlin, you are beautiful, and I love you. Thank you for everything. It's been God knows how many years, 8-9-10? and you've still stood by me.
Do you guys like my costume? I made it. :-$ with the help of mama of course!
PS. Excuse the photos. Blame it on the alcohol. The punishment was "if you don't dress up, you have to take at least 3 absinthe shots straight". David wanted to watch me suffer, so strangled me and convinced me to drink it, and a whole load of other alcohol. Phong is still surprised over how I'm still standing after consuming so much.
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