Eventhough I was shattered, I knew that I wanted to look good for Eddie. I barely had the energy to eat though, so figuring out what to wear was rough. Somehow I thought it would just all be work out and it was (mostly because of my friends working little miracles) One of my friends swooped in and just went shopping for me. Then found a seamstress to hem the perfect black vneck dress in less than 24 hours. I felt good in it. Sassy and myself, minus Eddie, but at least I knew he would have loved it. My friend who did my wedding makeup offered to do my wake makeup and at first I said no, but that morning decided to do it. She would be able to seal anything in when I cried too, so I knew that she was my best bet for looking like me that day. Part of me felt guilty for wanting to look good for the wake, Eddie was dead-what was I thinking right? Well, I was and am still me. I felt like me that day and it gave me the strength to get through it.