My sister came over earlier to get ready for B's funeral. My boyfriend couldn't go since he works, and I can't bring myself to do it. I cannot remember him like that, I just can't. It breaks my heart that my sister has to go through it, because she is like me and can't stand the idea of remembering him in a coffin and would rather remember him as the loud and crazy dude he was. She's mainly there for her boyfriend's sake, because B was like his brother.
I know one of the first shop owners he worked for, who has also passed, is beating B up left and right for doing what he did. Doc would have never stood for it, the drug use.
At least now he's pain free. That's all I can ask for.
See you on the other side, brother.