this morning i went to tav's funeral.
it was so beautiful and so sad at the same time... the service was amazing, his friends had so many good things to say, and right in the middle of it some of us saw a butterfly, in the church, and i can't help but think that it was him.
i'm so emotionally drained. tired. but i'm glad i could be there, close to some of my friends and some important people in my life.
but the best part was after the funeral itself, the reception at his parents' house, because everybody was getting a bit drunk and just talking about him, remembering things, laughing. and that was good.
but in the end, there are no words to express how it felt; it was so heartbreaking...