so today i went to the wake with jim and amy and as soon as we pulled up, i felt nauseous. It was the eeriest sight ever. It was jam packed of course, there were so many people there. It was definately expected, because he was a great guy. everything was just so completely surreal: jenny crouch, all the pictures, his brothers that all look identical to him, and kneeling in front of the casket, my thoughts all jumbled up, everything i wanted to say to him coming out wrong.
later on that night i drove past the funeral home again around 9:30, and there was still a huge line of people waiting outside lined up all the way to the street. completely overwhelming.