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"Is that the only thing you had planned for today?" I ask while we continue to drive around on the island. "Well Thayer's funeral service starts in thirty minutes, but I wanted to do something fun before sitting in a room filled with sad people for a while." He responds. Thayer's funeral! I completely forgot that was today. We soon arrive at the funeral home. "Hey Jordyn." I hug her upon our presence. "Hey." She says sadly. "How are you holding up?" I ask. "I'm okay." She answers. Visitation will last for an hour, I remain in my seat while Pierson talks to all of his friends. After the hour is over he returns beside me as we wait for the reception to start. "Why didn't you introduce me to any of your friends?" …show more content…
"This is the only time I've ever seen all of these people dressed up. Normally they are in black jeans and leather jackets." Pierson whispers. "You usually are too." I point out the obvious and he shrugs. Soon the funeral director arrives to start the service. He begins to tell a brief synopsis of Thayer's short, yet thrilling life. I do have to admit, I'm a little bit surprised that Jax didn't show up to Thayer's funeral. Regardless of Pierson and I being there, if he truly cared about Thayer he would have showed up. "Now Thayer's best friend, Pierson Westbrook, would like to say a few words." The directors leaves the podium. I look at Pierson, surprised he offered to speak in front of all of these people. But then again I don't see why he wouldn't speak in front of all this people. After all, these are his friends. He gets up to the podium and takes a deep breath. "As most of you all know, Thayer was my best friend. Him and I have been through a lot of stuff together. He was the only one there for me when times got rough." He continues to talk, but my attention is now focused on Jordyn who is sobbing beside …show more content…
"People will never know the real us, and by us, I mean everyone in this room. We are labeled wrongfully. We're not as bad as the general public makes us out to be. They'll never know what goes on behind closed doors. Thayer was the realest person I ever knew, and it hurts to know he is gone. But one day we will all meet again." "Awww Pierson." I gush. "Shut up." He responds. "But it was-" He cuts me off. "No, shut up." He says once again. "Shut up." I mock. He gives me a glare before sitting back down. There was no burial for Thayer, his body was in horrible condition. He told Jordyn that if he dies, he wants to be cremated. She followed through with his request. I say my temporary goodbye to Jordyn because she is leaving to head to Vermont later tonight. After saying good bye, Pierson and I walk hand in hand out of the funeral home. "Pierson, what were his last words to you?" I ask a personal
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The funeral was supposed to be a family affair. She had not wanted to invite so many people, most of them strangers to her, to be there at the moment she said goodbye. Yet, she was not the only person who had a right to his last moments above the earth, it seemed. Everyone, from the family who knew nothing of the anguish he had suffered in his last years, to the colleagues who saw him every day but hadn’t actually seen him, to the long-lost friends and passing acquaintances who were surprised to find that he was married, let alone dead, wanted to have a last chance to gaze upon him in his open coffin and say goodbye.
I’m glad we have Maurice, my mother’s younger brother here today. Ella, her older sister, unfortunately couldn’t make it, but I know the news of my mothers death hit her hard. And I know that she prayed with all her will, for my mother.
It’s hard to imagine how I’m going to go a day without speaking to him, because he’d call me every single day. I know he was a very busy man, but he would never forget to take the time to call me to see how I was. It’s the little things like that I’ll never forget about him. Although William’s death was sudden and came as a shock to all of us, I know in my heart he would not want us to spend forever grieving. Rather, William wants us all to remember our favorite moments we spent with him.
First I would like to say thank you for the tremendous outpouring of love and affection from our community at last night’s viewing for John. Roger at the funeral home told us this was the largest turnout he can remember. Close to 1,000 friends—and many people who were merely touched by John’s story—waited up to fours hours in the rain to pay their respects. We want you to know how very grateful and very touched we were by the response. As Congressman Johnson said in his tribute to John, entered into the Congressional Record, John truly was one of our nation’s best and brightest and dearest sons. He was already a great young man who would have served his country well, and I know he could have become one of our great leaders had he been given more time.
"Taylor, even though I met you this year, I feel like we've known each other for the longest time. You are that girl everyone wants to have as a friend, the girl that is always ready for any type of adventure. You are the friend most people want to be friends with forever, and I'm glad you are mine. I will NEVER forget every roast you've given me, and the endless talks we've had about life. You light up the room with your smile and make people cry with your beautiful voice. You are the definition of "real friendship" and you've brought so much love and happiness to my life and I thank God everyday for now, but now you're with God, probably roasting him, and laughing with him, and I will definitely miss that. I love you friend, Rest In Peace " ~ Jackie
With a concerned look on her face, “I’m sorry babe, I wish there was something that I could do to make you feel better.”
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There once was a man named Franswah, and he had a wife named Keisha. They both lived in Keithville, Atlanta. They had a little girl named Jasmine, she was twelve years of age and she attended Ghettoville Jr. High School in the seventh grade. Keisha never did like doing anything, so her husband Franswah decided to go out and have an affair with a lady named Shay. Franswah and Shay worked at a law firm together. Shay was his assistant, she always helped him with things and they always went to lunch together. So some nights he never came home or either he came in late. Keisha was never the type of person to just argue, she mainly just questioned him to see what the response would be and she left it alone until the next morning. So one night when he came in he had a funny odor and Keisha asked him what was up with the smell, he told her that he had been working out and got sweaty. Their daughter Jasmine had very high blood pressure, so most of the time she didn’t go to school because of her condition and she stayed ill. Keisha had a younger sister named Ashley, she is the rowdy type that doesn’t care and will tell anybody anything. Keisha was telling her sister about Franswah coming in late, having a odor on him and don’t want to be questioned. So one day when Ashley was over there and he walked in she confronted him and told him if she find out that’s its that he’s cheating on her she was gone handle it. So he got mad and started hollering at Keisha for telling her sister about what was going on in their relationship. Then that’s when Ashley came back and told him that she can tell her anything she want to tell her because that’s her sister. So few minutes later the phone rings and its was Shay. Keisha answers the phone and it was another lady’s voice, and she asked to speak to Franswah. So she asked her who is calling and she told her that it was Franswah’s baby mother. Everyone is in shock, so Ashley gets on the phone and started getting rowdy. Ashley was asking her different questions like how old is the baby, where she live, and where did Franswah and her meet.
My interviews were not hard to complete, as I had the perfect set of individuals in mind. The first person I interviewed was Larry. Larry is the 47-year-old father of four children who has been married four times—the first two ended in divorce, his third died of cancer after 17 years together, and he recently remarried in August of this year. He has held the same job for the past 20 years, working as office manager of a court reporting firm in Charlottesville. In addition to his work, Larry was the cubmaster of a Cub Scout pack for close to ten years and has held the position of scoutmaster of a Boy Scout troop for the past eight years.
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"Today I decided to let the past go. Everything happens for a reason. You two were meant to be. However, what you both did to me was definitely not okay. And I never did get an apology. This is your wedding though, so live it up. With that I conclude my speech." Everyone's face had settled to a pity smile, but there was no tension. I strutted to the farthest corner where I didn’t have to hear anymore silly toasts.
Birds chirping. City lights burning. Car horns blaring. Sun shining. The beautiful city of Chicago. The city that seems to be ever-changing. Always breathtaking, never insignificant. In the day, the sun shines above the tall ivory towers and reflecting off the glistening windows. It gives warmth to those traveling in between and brightens one’s day. In the night, as the day turns dark, the city becomes bright as one by one, the light pierces the night sky. The wind gives a subtle breeze that carries voices that could be heard from high above.
..., you know I'll make it home just fine' after fighting with him for about 20 minutes, I told him to leave." We both just sat there and cried. Her crying was all due to how much she missed him, and so was most of mine. The rest of my tears came from the fact that one of the biggest influences in my life killed himself for one night of fun, and free beer.
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