“You see that stranger in the casket over there? Yesterday, he was my friend. A great one. He helped me in everything. He encouraged me to follow my dreams, no matter how impossible they sounded.

He always knew what to say, and when he’d say it. If I was let down by something he’d comfort me. If it was a someone, however, he’d grab his shotgun. He was my ride or die. My partner in crime.

We planned to do great things when we were older, but alas, he is dead. Nothing can bring him back.

It was all my fault…. “ I said tearfully. All the people in the funeral looked at me in sympathy. Each one saying “I’m terribly sorry for your loss.” And I’d reply with an awkward “Thank you.” In return.

Guilt grew inside of me. He only died because of me. I wanted to cross the road because of an argument we had to get away from him. I was too angry to check the road, I didn’t notice a car coming my way.

He noticed I was about to get run over, he always notices the details. So, he pushed me out of harm’s way. Even though we were in a fight.

It should’ve been me….