I don’t remember how long the viewing went on, but there was so much drama. I held it all in. I would think, Wow, look at that person, they’re totally losing their shit. Then I would go grieve in my room where nobody could see me, or at night before I’d go to sleep. I didn’t know what to do with my grief. I would do stuff that would distract me, which would work for a little while, but if I had a minute, I would lose it.
