The week my life changed forever, the week I lost my best friend...

Chapter6:

Chapter 6: The next morning, Friday June 26th 2015 the day we left youth camp. Everyone was running around, making sure they had all of their stuff. Everyone said their goodbyes, as we all departed from there the whole two hours we had to drive back, I sat there trying to prepare myself for what i was going to have to deal with as soon as we got back to the church parking lot. Because all the parents have to pick their kids up from the church after we get home from camp. Everyone just meets up there. And later that day, was the funeral. So, we pull in to the parking lot of the church, mom hadn't made it to the church yet. As soon as I got out of the car, I didn't even get to make it to the doors before the van pulled up... The funeral home van. They had to get him set up. In that moment my heart completely sunk. I knew it wasn't their fault, I knew they had to get papaw ready, but I was mentally not prepared for this. How was I supposed to act? My best friend, my hero... Was being carried in the back of a van, and being brought into the church sanctuary in a casket. It wasn't supposed to be like this. My world was literally crashing before my eyes, and I couldn't do anything about it. Mom finally came, we had to run home, get dressed for the funeral and come straight back to the church. We pull in the driveway and I walked through the kitchen, and it's like I froze. I couldn't move. It wasn't supposed to be like this, the house was quiet, for the first time in months. I was so excited to be able to come home and be able to tell papaw all about my week at camp. But that was not the case anymore. The house was quiet, he was supposed to be the one to meet me at the front door, not me meeting him at the casket.