Three weeks to the day since his funeral and it’s the first time I’ve had the courage to even look at the suit I wore to it. And now back to Lima for a special memorial Mr. Schue is planning. We’re all going back. Everyone who can. Being together is hard. It makes it more real. But I also need my friends right now.People keep asking me ‘How are you feeling? What are you feeling?’ I have no answers. Honestly what can you say about a 19 year old who dies? Everyone wants to talk about how he died too, but who cares? One moment in his whole life. I care more about how he lived and anyone who has a problem with that should remember that he was my brother. I only keep that out when I know she won’t come in. Rachel? I’m going now. This isn’t real. I’m not going home for this. He’s going to be there. I’m going to spend my entire life missing him.