I haven't been through a Catholic mass in 25 years. They should have a rule book, when to stand, sit, what to say, and when. I had no clue(as per usual) as to what was going on, and what was happening next. It was something JP would have pissed himself laughing about. Me, in a church, HA! I'm really going to miss him. I loved him, he was my friend. I don't understand what happened, or why he did what he did. I never will. I do know that my world is missing something. I have lost friends before and I can tell you the pain never goes away. You just seem to get numb to it after a while
