September 2nd, 2011
The funeral was... okay. The preacher started going off about the end times and Jesus coming back and I kind of spaced out. I'm too polite to actually fuck around with my phone during a funeral but it was a near thing. I got really impatient with him.
By the end of the graveside prayer, Joey totally lost it and started sobbing like his heart was broken, and seeing that made me cry all over again. I spent about an hour with tears in my eyes all told. It made sense that Joey cried like that though, he was Poppy's favorite.
We all went for lunch after that at the Century House, and that was nice.
Later tonight my cousins and my siblings and I are going bowling, and after that those of us who are legal are going out for a drink with Deana. So that should be fun.