The Ceremony

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Today was the ceremony at herrin high school. A lot of people showed up. A lot of people cared, my boyfriend at the time Jesse, he even came. So did my best friend Danielle, she didnt really know you, neither did Jesse. But they cried. Not as much as me though. I broke down into tears, I was on the ground for around 10 minutes crying. I had nothing to say to anyone. I just went and hugged everyone. I went to my cousin Dixie and we hugged for so long just crying on each other. A lot of people cared, you just didn't see it. This isn't the way you meant to draw a crowd. Your best friend Ryan and his family hosted this for you. Then it was balloon time, they were to write you a message. After that we got a candle. About 10 minutes after Jesse left we let go of the balloons. Jesse had wrestling practice that evening. We then lit the candles and listened to "amazing grace" . Everyone bursted into tears then. It wasn't a good day to be honest. That girl that made you feel so worthless had the nerve to show up, I about beat the living hellout of her but...I didn't. Because you never approved of violence. Your biological mom, Rita. Yeah she actually showed up. So did your little sister Jessica. When Rita saw that girl that made you do this, she went up to her and said "I want you to get the fuck out of here. You made him do this." And before she left your dad Tommy, he went up to her and made sure she knew it was her fault. She then left. Afterwards, we went up to the microphone and shared memories we had with you. Your friends shared a lot, including Ryan. Your nephew went up there too. I went up there and shared the memory from when we used to live in Energy and you used to babysit my two little cousins and I. The memory was about how we played dolls sometimes, and how you showed me this game that terrified me but I thought it was funny. You laughed when I made that face playing it. I can still hear your laugh, it makes me smile. After memories were shared, everyone was invited to the funeral. Everyone left and I went home. I cried myself to sleep again that night.

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