Sadly Ironically Awkward

One of my favorite sayings is, "Well this is awkward..." I say it even when the situation at hand isn't even awkward. On rare occasions I use it when the situation really is awkward. This is one of those rare occasions. Today's post is a mixture of things. Sadness, irony, and awkwardness (hence the title).

Today was a normal day. I woke up and went to church as I generally do on Sunday's. It was the same as always with the exception of we got pizza for lunch instead of dinner (and it was totally awesome. The Carmine pizza from Bertucci's is the best.) That's really totally irrelevant but whatever.
Upon arriving home we discovered *tears up* that my beloved fish, Tunnel, had died.
When we walked in I remember Dad said something like "Uh oh...Tunnel is dead..."
My first thought was: "What??"
My second thought was: "Crap. I'm totally going to cry."
And cry I did. A lot. I couldn't talk to anyone for a couple hours without wanting to cry. Surprisingly, I made it through getting Tunnel's body out of his bowl, cleaning it, and preparing him for his funeral (Ok, side note. You're probably wondering how on earth I prepared a fish for a funeral. You probably think I'm nuts. Yes, I know. We've covered that. The preparation was sticking him in a tiny plastic bag so I could transport him to the river. The end.), and proceeded to funeralize (I totally made that up!) him without crying.
Anyway...my fish is dead. I'm sad. This concludes the my sad story.

My story today was really ironic and frankly,  kind of awkward. Why? Because my last post was all about how I got Tunnel, how amazing he was, and how he was just the cutest lil fish ever. This post is all about how dead he is. Do you see why the title is "Sadly Ironically Awkward"? Good. Moving on.
My next section is a couple insensitive things people said. They shall remain nameless.

Person #1: "What's wrong?"
Me: *teary glare*
Person #1: "It's just a fish..." (It was said in a seemingly sympathetic tone. I think it was supposed to make me feel better...it didn't.)

Me: "My goldfish died."
Person #2: "Aw...I'm sorry. Did he drown?"
Me: *half laughs*
Person #2: "I'm sorry. That was mean."
Me: "It's fine."

Dad nicely offered to buy me a new fish today. I said no. There were two reasons behind this answer.
#1: It's too soon. I can't justify replacing Tunnel hours after his passing
#2: I don't want to have to find someone to watch my fish while I'm away in June.
(I suppose that could be considered laziness...)

Thank you to all who offered an encouraging word or a hug. It meant a lot and thanks for all the invisible flowers. They're great.

A word to Tunnel: You made me so happy for the short time I had you. You looked so happy swimming in your little bowl. I hope you were as happy as me. I was going to get you a little plant, you know...*sigh* I love you, Tunnel.

*goes to cry*

~The ache I feel inside
Is where the life has left your eyes
I'm alone for our last goodbye
But you're free

I remember you like yesterday
Yesterday
I still can't believe you're gone
Oh I remember you like yesterday
Yesterday
And until I'm with you, I carry on~

*Yesterdays-Switchfoot*