The Funeral

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It was stormy outside. Rain drops

were I pouring from the top of the car

and rolling down the window. I was

on my way to my wife's funeral. Oh,

how I loved her so. We had been

married for fifty-three years. I have

had no regrets since the day I said 'I

do'.

I step out of the car, and it's cold

and damp outside. I see men in

black suits carry out her casket from

the trunk. I cannot help but to break

down in tears. "The love of my life is

dead. Gone, forever," I thought to

myself. Nick and Selena come to

comfort me. They have always been

there for me, since college. They

escort me to my seat. My son Noel

gave a heart-felt eulogy.

Afterwards, we walk up to the

casket to say our final good-bye's. I

still cannot believe that out of all the

people this could happen to, it had

to be my wife that had to die from

brain cancer. I lean in, tears

streaming down my face, and say "I

love you Demi. You don't know

the amount of happiness that you

have brought into my life,". As these

words come out of my mouth I felt a

tightness in my chest. I start

coughing up blood and then

everything goes black.

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