saturday was leigh's funeral. these things are so hard no matter what i try to tell myself. no matter what i try to do. the hymns. the things people remember. i left fast after. saw alot of people i didn't feel like, in that moment, spending the time to remember. i don't like the funeral-time-shit-shooting. i wanted to be whispering sick-stories with leigh again from my hospital bed. i wanted to be away.
so we left. stayed at a chatham inn. twenty minutes from my parents house but it felt a world away. high tea. sherry. a fireplace and a shower made for two. we ate my favorite foods (bread with brie, olives, chocolate covered gummy bears, prosecco) and he kept me from breaking right in two.
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