Sunday

we had pete's "service" on friday. it was bizarre and a little bit awkward and i couldn't stop crying. it was nice to have the family together. i've been really exhausted and have gone to sleep every night before ten o'clock. friday night i passed out on the couch at 8:45. unfortunately bill had to get back to chicago to work the weekend. i woke up at 4:30 in the morning on saturday to drive him to the airport. i came back here and went back to bed for another few hours. when i woke up i felt a bit better.

one of pete's close friends organized a memorial gathering for friends at the house yesterday. it was nice to see everyone together who knew and loved my brother. in the beginning it was a little strange since i didn't really know many people here. but it was clear that everyone really
cared about him. it meant a lot to my parents. not as many people got up to speak as i know had stories to tell. pete was a pretty ridiculous guy and i'm sure that his friends weren't completely comfortable telling all the off-color stories that they have about him in front of my parents. i can't blame them really. i told one of his friends that i want him to write down everything that he remembers about pete and email it all to me. i think the stories will keep me comfortable when i'm feeling sad.

today has been quiet. i think we're all just passing the time. tomorrow a close close friend is coming down for the day. i'm really looking forward to seeing her and spending some good time together.