I cheered them on. I did feel a little detached, but they made me feel like I was a part of it.

He just always cheered you up and did the silliest things.

Everybody that was there, it seemed like they cheered up, ... They wanted his autograph.

We all cheered. I was bawling. I cried so much.

I feel like the writer observing the grief, but it is difficult to be detached from it.

I live in a bus and go from place to place and sometimes feel very detached from what's going on.