My story

9/12/15

The funeral was beautiful. Him and his best friend (who he died with) shared a funeral. We all put our hands in the air (as he did in his iconic last photo, that was taken by his best friend). His father, his brother, and sisters spoke at the funeral. Also his friend's father said some words (it was a very touching Reddit post about funerals). John Eric was one of the nicest people I've ever met, people called him Yoda's voice coach (he could do the noise spot on). He was funny, and could connect with anyone.

I don't believe in God or Christianity, but he and his best friend are going to heaven.

Afterwords all of us went to a restaurant ((we filled an entire restaurant mind you)). I sat with my grandmother, her brother, his wife, his daughter, his other daughter, her wife, my aunt and uncle, and my parents.

His brother came and talked to everyone. He is pretty awesome, he reminded us to keep in touch with each other, because you never know when someone might run into a tree and die on impact. 

My grandma and her brother were telling Christianity jokes (How do you make holy water (you boil the hell out of it))(Why did Moses trek across the desert (he was a man and men don't ask for directions)). Kill me.

We were there for a few hours. Now we're heading home. I'm ok.

Time for a wedding.

Tthis is hours later. After the wedding-

I MADE FRIENDS.

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT.

Anyways... A cute boy (who's 16) got drunk. The woman who just got married (it was her son) told me to take him downstairs because he was getting a bit loud, and we had hella conversation. He's quite nice. Anyways. I made friends with three girls and an older boy, they're siblings.

Also I got shot in the face with a nerf billet thing, nearly dropped a child, and got complimented on the food I made.

Bittersweet day.