I've spent the day packing up my old friend's things. I am completely spent. His funeral is in less than an hour and I feel like I haven't done enough, though I know I have done all I could. I hope that my small effort will make things a little easier for his mother. I simply can not imagine her pain.
Andrew is on his way with my black clothes and something greasy for dinner.
I know I have a few readers out there, if you could please keep Andrew, Sean and Sean's friends and family in your hearts and prayers, it would mean the world to me.
I just want to go home and have this all be over now. There is still so much to do.