Analysis Of Cody Mccullough's Life

Death is a concept that people find hard to accept. You keep asking yourself “what if” as if it’s going to make your loved one come back. “What if I had been there? What if someone had talked him out of it? What if…?” You always ask yourself these questions, but never get an answer. I find myself still asking these questions even though I know they will never be answered. Death takes the ones we love the most too soon. Unfortunately, I know this feeling all too well. On September 6, 2015 my very good friend, Cody McCullough, committed suicide. I was scrolling through my Facebook news feed like I do every morning when I came upon a status from a friend about how he will be missed. I thought for sure that someone was pulling an awful joke on

My father started to converse with people around us, while my sister and I were trying our best not to cry. Shortly afterwards, all of his relatives came in, sat down, and then the funeral started. The pastor started to talk about Cody’s life and how it was ripped away from him due to deception. I listened intently for most of the procession with only a few tears being shed here and there. Suddenly the pastor stops talking and a song begins to play. I hear the song See You Again by Wiz Khalifa being played over the speakers and I lost it. All of the memories that I had with Cody came flooding back all at once. All the memories of cattle shows, to spending time talking in barns, to him taking my sister under his wing when I couldn’t. I was never going to see his cheesy smirk again. I was never going to be able to call him and ask him to come clip one of my calves. I lost a dear friend, a brother, and I was never going to see him again. I looked to my right and see that my sister is in the same state that I am in, if not worse. I hand her some tissues and whisper, “It’s all going to be okay.” At that point I wasn’t sure if I was saying that to comfort my sister or myself. I look up as the song comes to an end and the pastor begins to speak once again. I sort of spaced off a little bit because it kept me from crying every time the pastor said his