3 days went by so fast they were a big, huge blur and now I was sitting in the back of my mom's car driving to the funeral. I felt sick, I didn't want to this anymore I was going to mess up, no one would like the speech.
We turned in and I saw his whole family. The butterflies in my stomach got worse.
We walked to grave side and watched the hurst carry my bestfriend, my boyfriend, my everything to the grave. As they took Sam's coffin out I began to cry, harder than ever before. After his parents talked and a few more people it was my turn. This is how my speech went:
