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Worst day of my life
2004-08-05 09:46 pmMy God. This was probably the worst and saddest day of my life.
Today was the funeral of my friend Bezzi's mother, Christa Carletti.
The three of us, as in Karin, Laurah and me, waiting in front of the graveyard and being scared shitless couldn't possibly be a good start of the day. Then seeing Bezzi arrive with her father and two brothers didn't make it any easier. How do you face a friend who's just lost her mother while you still have yours?
I honestly don't know what amount of power it takes to live through such a thing. I know that she has got it. I cannot imagine me having it, though.
Eventually managed to get into that graveyard, hearing the words spoken for the dead mother, wife, sister, doughter and dear friend, while watching Bezzi standing there calm and composed, made us cry like mad.
This is just not the way it should have been. You should have seen how many people where there, mourning her and crying openly.
Then, when it was over, we went to Bezzi herself to express our condolences. Well, actually, we hugged her, gave her our letters and didn't manage to say all too much.
I stick to it, there is nothing worse than watch a friend very dear to you cry over a loss like this one. It breakes your heart, really.
Later in the church, there were even more people. And at certain points, most of them crying. Even me. Crying a lot. And I figured out that trying not to cry gives you a headache. Imagine.
But honestly, try not to shed tears when you hear the older brother tell about the life of the late person, and about how peacefully she died while he was sitting with her.
Anyway, this is it. I need a distraction. Again (thanks for the last one, Laurah).
Today was the funeral of my friend Bezzi's mother, Christa Carletti.
The three of us, as in Karin, Laurah and me, waiting in front of the graveyard and being scared shitless couldn't possibly be a good start of the day. Then seeing Bezzi arrive with her father and two brothers didn't make it any easier. How do you face a friend who's just lost her mother while you still have yours?
I honestly don't know what amount of power it takes to live through such a thing. I know that she has got it. I cannot imagine me having it, though.
Eventually managed to get into that graveyard, hearing the words spoken for the dead mother, wife, sister, doughter and dear friend, while watching Bezzi standing there calm and composed, made us cry like mad.
This is just not the way it should have been. You should have seen how many people where there, mourning her and crying openly.
Then, when it was over, we went to Bezzi herself to express our condolences. Well, actually, we hugged her, gave her our letters and didn't manage to say all too much.
I stick to it, there is nothing worse than watch a friend very dear to you cry over a loss like this one. It breakes your heart, really.
Later in the church, there were even more people. And at certain points, most of them crying. Even me. Crying a lot. And I figured out that trying not to cry gives you a headache. Imagine.
But honestly, try not to shed tears when you hear the older brother tell about the life of the late person, and about how peacefully she died while he was sitting with her.
Anyway, this is it. I need a distraction. Again (thanks for the last one, Laurah).
