Marilyn Monroe once said that "everything happens for a reason" but it's hard to accept that when the one you loved was ripped right out of your arms by something unstoppable. It's hard to except that my boy friend Jace is gone forever.
I always thought Jace would die from one of the reckless things he did. He would always take stupid dares like swimming in the lake during winter or jumping over a Bonfire because one of his stupid friends said too.
Now we're all sitting in this church listening to those tales about how he did those reckless things and made it but he died from the flu. Its seems stupid that a eighteen year old boy died from the flu but he did.
We all thought he was fine and that he just had a common cold that could be fixed with cough syrup. We were all suprised when we found out that he wouldn't wake up on that frosty thursday morning.
Its been three days since Jase's death and today is his funeral. His parents want me to make a speech but I don't think I can. There is no way for me to explain what Jase meant to me and nobody in this room would understand except his best friend Ricky Sanchez.
Ricky was the first one to find out that Jace was dead other than Jace's family. On that cold morning Ricky Sanchez ran all the way to my house in his boxer shorts and furiously pounded on my door until I opened it for him.
That day we cried for what seemed like forever. Just Ricky and I in outr pajamas crying about how Jace was gone forever. At first I couldn't believe it but when I saw Ricky shed his first tear since we were seven I knew that he wasn't lying.
Ricky, Jace, and I were like the threee musketeers when it came to our friendship. There was never the akward three wheel effect when we were together because we just had that close of a friendship. We all were raised together because our fathers worked at the same car dealership.
Sitting in this church listening to Jace's dad talk about a memory is so boring. Jace wouldn't of wanted his funeral to be like this. He would want everybody to be laughing about something like the time we cart raced in a local superstore and he crashed right into the doll section and made a young girl cry when he squished the doll she wanted.
The stupid memories of him are the best in my opinion. Jace never really thought things through before he did them. He would swim in that freezing lake without thinking of frost bite or jump through that fire before thinking about the burns he would have to take care of.
I remember that everytime Jace did a reckless thing he would write it down in a notebook. I never knew why he would write all his stunts down. There was a part of him that I never understood. There was a crazy side to him that nobody would ever understand.
Sometimes I question why I ended up dating Jace because Ricky and I were always closer. One time I asked Ricky why he never asked me out and he just said that he lost. He never told me what he lost and I never asked because I didn't want to cause trouble between the three of us.
"It's time for you to make your speech," Ricky whispered in my ear. He put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me to the front of the room. I had no idea what I was going to say but I had to think quick because people were counting on me to make this speech.
"I can't begin to explain what Jace meant to me. We dated for six years and now that hes gone I feel like there is a piece of me missing to be honest. I know that Jace wouldn't want me to cry over him and be sad but its hard not to. Instead of telling you everything I loved about him I'm just going to tell you all my favorite memory of him." I paused and looked at all the faces in the room. Most were crying but when my eyes flicked to Ricky he gave me a reassuring smile.
