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So. I spent all day yesterday at Robby's funeral--first the service at the church, then an hour and a half in the police-escorted funeral procession, then the military ceremony at the Dallas National Cemetery (which, it turns out, is not in Dallas at all but quite far away in Grand Prairie). 


The church service was the hardest part for me, especially when they played a tribute video that had "My Heart Will Go On" as the soundtrack. I've been friends with Becky since eighth grade and she's been obsessed with Titanic since then, when it came out. Robby and Becky have also been together since eighth grade--so it's all kind of interconnected. When the song started, the entire chapel did a kind of sob/laugh (a laugh that led into renewed sobbing) at the same time because of how appropriate it was.


And now, callous as it sounds, I'm going to try to stop thinking about Robby and Becky for a while. It's been a lot harder for me than I thought it would be, and I'm kind of in an emotional place in my life anyway, with other things going on that are bad enough. If not thinking about this is what I need to be able to start going a stretch of more than three days without crying, then that's what I'm going to do. 


In other news--except it's kind of related because the funeral is what made me think of it--I went and found the shoebox that has all my old high school pictures in it, and I'm going to try and scan and post some of them. Unfortunately the scanner is not cooperating right now, and is just scanning in blankness, so who knows how long this will take. But Lana has just gone down for her nap, so now I will devote some time to figuring it out.