This is what the last month has been like. We’re having dinner at my parents house and everything tonight as well as the last month has felt like just a series of “well this is last time we’re ever doing that”. I wonder is this the last time we’re going to Jason’s Deli as a family? Is this the last time we go to park together? Our last cubscouts camping trip as family? Every second of every day is mourning AND I CANT FUCKING STAND IT. Merry Christmas you filthy animals.