It is the day of the funeral. Kylie did it last week. Still can't believe she would choose that as her last resort.
I am finding my hot pink shirt from Hollister. Kylie would not want people to warranty the traditional plain black to her funeral. A few years ago, we had come up with bucket lists. On of the items was to have people not wear black to our funerals. Of course, we were not expecting either of us to die so soon or so young. A few other things that we came up with and completed were:
Go to a Coldplay concert.
Get the biggest ice cream available at the ice cream shoppe.
Paint our walls with Batman and leprechauns with rainbows (did that a week before she left, by the way).
Some of the things left that we had not done and I am going to do with a picture of her when I do do them are:
Travel the world first with the United Kingdom.
Meet Bruno Mars.
Have our kids named after each other.
We were also going to be each other's maid of honor. That will not happen for obvious reasons.
I find the shirt and put it on. I already have my skinny jeans on. Since I am all dressed, I decide to write in my journal.
Dear Journal,
Why does it all happen to me? First my dad moves out, just leaving us without warning. Then, Kylie goes and kills herself. The only note she left was to me. IoIt said:
Josie,
I am sorry that I left you with such short notice. I know you are still struggling because of your dad and all. I felt like there was no other way! Do not tell me you don't understand what I am saying. I know far too well that you do. Anywho, I love you and never give up on your dreams. Oh and I am sorry that I can no longer save you from shit. Here is a pic so that I will always be with you.
Love you,
Kylie
I got the note and sat on my bed, crying for about three hours. Crazy, I know. Right now I am getting ready for Kylie's funeral, doing just as we said: No black.
Well, I have to go. I promise, I'm fine,
Josie
I finish writing just as my alarm to know when to leave to get to the funeral on time buzzes. Good timing, Jo.
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