Luke's funeral was yesterday. You should have seen all the people there. So many people loved him. There were times that I couldn't do much else but sob. W held my hand, and tried to hide his own crying, I guess to stay strong. I told him he could cry in front of me.
It's finally starting to hit me that I'm never going to see him again, that he's gone forever. The shock of it all is subsiding, and is being turned into grief. They buried him today at 11:30 this morning. He's already in the ground.
I'm at school again, and everyone's being so supportive. I only know a few other people here who knew him, but I don't know how close they were to him.
My eating has been atrocious. It's all been comfort food. I'm so frustrated.