I chickened out of going to Jennifer Palmer's burial service and memorial. Earlier, I blamed it on being unable to find something appropriate to wear. Really, I just don't think I'm ready to hear about the loss of someone younger than me, who was in better shape than me, who was beautiful and had a husband and a baby. I feel really bad because I wanted to be there, both to celebrate her life and to support Mark. But every time I think I'll suck it up and go, I get this awful feeling in my stomach and my head starts spinning with the "nothing to wear" schtick.
I haven't been to anything like this since elementary school. I can't do it. I'm sorry.
I haven't been to anything like this since elementary school. I can't do it. I'm sorry.