3 Funeral For Her

The day finally came. I didn't think she would end up like this at all. Shes gone and it's all my fault. I dressed up in all black. Tears are streaming down my face at this point but I have to keep myself together. For her. It's what she wouldve wanted. I need to stay strong for her. I slowly walked into the funeral home shakily sitting down in my seat. It hurt so bad and I never though I'd be here today. The service started for her. The pastor was very sweet with how he described her. "Lord have mercy on this precious soul, she was too young to be gone so early." I felt like it was all my fault since I called her in the middle of the night to get me and now shes gone. The service was over finally and we got to walk up to her casket and say our goodbyes. It was my turn to see her. "I'm so sorry it was all my fault. I miss you so much. I'm in so much pain and I dont know how I'm going to live without you." We had to drive to the cemetery where they were to bury her. When they lowered her into the ground I felt so much guilt and as I was driving home that day I was breaking down in tears.