The funeral. A ceremony of being relieved of pain.

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Everyone's in black. Allthough the dark sadness in many hearts, the sun is shining bright. I read my speech one more time, took a deep breath, and I walked to the coffin.

"Hello, my name's Melissa. I'm the daughter of Freddie. The daughter of a man who brought enthusiasm, happiness, and joy. At least, that's what we thought. Actually this man was full of pain. The pain, caused by nobody." I looked at my mom, who had tears in her eyes. I took again a deep breath, and I swallowed my tears away. "It was no ones fault. He loved a lot. He cared a lot. But with every minute that he cared, a piece of his heart broke a little more. Every minute more on this planet full of darkness and pain, every minute he died a little more." I saw Louis looking at me. He had tears in his eyes, but the strange thing is. It were tears of love. "He brought the best out of me. He took my soul and wiped it clean. But if he loved me, why did he leave me." I laughed. "I musn't ask that." A flash of the fights between my mom and dad appeared in my head. "He didn't leave me. He didn't leave us. He's still here. Looking over us. Watching us. Smiling at us. And we musn't be here crying. We must be happy too. This is a funeral, people. With other words; a ceremony of being relieved of pain. Thank you.

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