Pete's mother passed away on Wednesday, and the band thought we should support one of our own, so we came up here for the funeral and all of that. The funeral was actually yesterday (I came up after I finished up the night shift at work and grabbed a couple of hours of sleep in between), but I'm staying until sometime tomorrow. I requested today off (so a huge thank you to the person that ended up covering for me, and I'll return the favour any time you need it), and was free on Sunday anyway, so.
There were a lot of people around (and still are, actually), so I've been chatting to some of Pete's family. I don't really know anyone here save for the other band members, so there are a few awkward silences to get through.
It's kind of funny how different this weekend and last weekend are. This weekend is surrounded by grief and remembrance while last weekend I was at a wedding. One stage of life to another, I guess.
Every time I go to a funeral, I'm reminded of my parents and my brother. Obviously. They've been gone for a long time (fifteen years this September), but the memory of attending their funeral service is still as fresh in my mind as if it had happened yesterday. And the pain is still there. I've learned to mask it, but it still hurts thinking about them.
I'm really glad I went with Lachlan to the wedding. I had a brilliant time. Food, drinks, a little bit of dancing... it was nice to go out with a friend like that, no strings attached. It was relaxing, and just what I needed to recharge the batteries, so to speak. I'm so tired all the time, though things have been better now that the band has been on hiatus for a little while. I don't know when we're going to start performing again because Pete is staying up in Newcastle with his family for a while yet. We'll just wait and see, I guess.