I'm just going on with everyday life. I feel bad. I'm supposed to be processing all of these emotions and feelings and I just ... can't. I wouldn't normally see my Ohio again until maybe Easter, since the holidays are so jam packed with events where our paths cross. I know when I go to Ohio and see Grandma without Grandpa that it'll probably hit me. My parents are already there working with everyone to make arrangements. I want to say all of the cliche things like "this isn't fair!" but I can't.
Monica said something so beautiful today, I just know it's how things are supposed to be:
"Just think of all those little angels from Connecticut who got to see Santa yesterday!"
How can I be sad when I know he went quickly, (hopefully) painlessly, and is now up in Heaven playing Santa for all of those kids like he loved to do? I can't. He's with my Grandma Pat and all of those little kids from the shooting in Connecticut. It's beautiful.
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