It was... it was sad. Can't really get into specifics, can't really think right now. I thought a lot about what he meant to me, and how I felt about him. Maybe, if I'd been writing this at the time, I'd have more concrete thoughts, but as of right now it's all muddled and vague.

Spent time with friends and family for a few hours afterwards. That wasn't too bad. Got to talk to some family I hadn't talked to in years. Some of them people who I thought would be awful or something but... they were nice. That was a nice thing to behold, to meet them in a new light.

It's been a fucking exhausting week, though, and not just because of all this. I just want to fast forward like 2 weeks ahead or something.