One minute your here the next your not. What is this I feel deep down in my heart? It's an unforgettable feeling. I sit down and hold my heart I look up and see you. That limp,peaceful body, that lay in the polished and carved rosewood box with the fine silver satin lineing. I feel the warm beads of water run down my cheeks. My eyes begin to burn and my heart begins to ache. What's going? On why can't I stop this madness? Why do I hurt so much? Maybe it's because I never really had a chance to get to know you. Maybe it's because my brain says I don't care, but my heart is saying otherwise. I see my mother come towards me with my grandmother and some friends and quickly wipe away the tears and put on a smile. They come over and we have a short conversation they introduce themselves and ask me about school and how they remembered when I was little. When they leave my mom sits next to me and says I know it's hard for you to stay strong it is for me to its hard for us all. I know you didn't have much of a relationship with her... She paused her face becoming as bright as a fire engine and the tiny beads appearing in the corners of her eyes. I didn't either but... But we did have w....with her w..w..was g..good enough. I could tell she was about to cry from her shakey studder in her voice. It's okay mom it's okay to cry. I manage to squeak out with my last amount of energy. I turn to the podium sat in the front of the room and tap the Mic to make sure it was on and say my speech. I finish and turn to go back but something pulls me and pushes me towards the casket and drops me to the floor and turns on the faucet in my brain and the streams fall down my face that was the last time I got to see you. At the beginning of the end
