I really hate funerals.

Correction. I really hate the people at funerals.

The people that didn't even know my mom, but came to her to her funeral anyway. The people that shook my hand, and told me how sorry they were. How great a person she was, how much they were going to miss her.

I wanted to scream at them. I wanted to burst into tears. I wanted to crawl into the coffin with my mother, and pretend that it was all a nightmare.

I once told Colin that when I die, I want a funeral, but I only want three people to be there.

Him, my dad, and Delia.

He looked at me weird, but promised to make it happen.

Then he kissed me.