A/N - This is written in first person, and I wrote this down on paper first in about 30 minutes. It may be a little crappy because I didn't bother to edit it XD
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I stare sadly ahead, standing in the back. Never before did I think I'd ever be standing in this church for the wrong reason. But yet, here I am. Her body lays in the coffin up front.
Although, I figured the place wouldn't wouldn't be packed. This place, however, is packed with mourners. I guess she really was loved in this community.
I guess I should tell you who I'm talking about, huh?
Her name is - was Lydia S. Doyle-McGuire. She had died at the age of 37. She lived longer than I expected. Not to be mean, but it's the truth. With how many dangers she's faced, why did it have to be something so trivial like a car vs pedestrian that took her down?
I look around, and I spot the guy who ran her over. I feel bad for him. Took eight guys to pull Gabriel off of him. The bruises are still visible.
Lydia...she may have been one of the top criminals of the city, bu she also helped out so many people. It's the reason why we're all here today. Lydia saved a little girl who had wandered out into the street, right into the path of a speeding car. I remember it like it was yesterday.
She died and left behind a family, 2 kids and a widowed husband. And a community who will forever miss her.
Well, I must go now. The light's getting too bright to ignore now.
Who am I?
Oh, forgot to introduce myself.
I'm Lydia S. Doyle-McGuire.
See you on the other side, my friends.
Prompt Used - "Write a funeral from the dead person's viewpoint"
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