I've always been a highly emotional person, usually at the worst possible times. Which means that, when it's okay for me to be emotional...I got nothing.
Now, add that to the fact that last week two great men from my church died and the first funeral was today, and its reasonable to assume I'd cry a fair bit.
But wait, there's more.
Both of these amazing men were mentors and surrogate fathers to my brother. They understood our situation at home, and they cared enough to be there for him, to be role models and show him that not all families are like ours is. One of these men, whose funeral is this Thursday, was nearly as important to me as he was to my brother; he and his family took us in when we were forced to "run away", for lack of a better term. He took care of us for a week, and supported us even after we went back to our parents.
Because these men were so amazing and important to my brother, and are the first people he's known personally who have died, my brother is an emotional wreck.
I love my brother more than anything, and seeing him in this kind of emotional pain....there are no words.
I am ready to head back to school and concentrate on something besides all of this.
I'm ready to stop crying.