This
wasn’t how life was supposed to turn out. We were only 19 years old and
had our whole lives to live. I put on my black suit and tie and looked at
myself in the mirror. She would have thought I was so handsome. I
sit down to tie my shoes and a tear escapes my eye. I don’t think I can
do this. I can’t say goodbye. My throat starts to close up and I
feel like I’m choking. I sob uncontrollably. She was my world.
We had been together since freshmen year of high school. She was so sweet
and innocent. No way did she deserve this. My eyes are burning, but
I can’t stop crying. I just sit on my bed and think of all the times I
held her in my arms. Her eyes would slowly close, then flutter back
open. She was so cute, pretending like she wasn’t tired just so she could
spend more time with me. God, I wish I could go back to those days and
tell her what was going to happen. I wish I could have saved her.
But I can’t and she’s gone. I stand up. It’s time to go to the funeral
home. It’s time to say my one last goodbye to the first girl I’ve ever
loved.
There are
so many people here. She would have loved to say hi to each and every one
of them. That’s how she was. She was so social. Everyone in
school loved her and it looks like they all showed up. I sit in the front
row and watch as people walk up to her and kneel to say their goodbyes.
They walk up to me, too, and say how sorry they are and that they’re there for
me if I need them. I nod and slightly smile. That’s all I can
manage. The night passes in a blur. I don’t remember who’s talked
to me. All I remember is staring at her beautiful face for the last
time. Her brown hair was lying down to her shoulders in curls. I
loved her curls. I used to twirl them in my fingers. It’d get all tangled
and she’d yell at me. I would just laugh. She was adorable when she
got frustrated with me. I couldn’t help but laugh which would just make
her angrier. They did her makeup perfectly. Light blue eye shadow
with soft pink lip gloss. She was stunning. She was wearing a navy
blue sundress. This is so hard. How am I supposed to say bye to
her? She looks so peaceful. I’m a wreck inside. My angel.
Why? I’m one of the last ones in the room and the director tells me to take as
long as I need. I walk up to her casket. Kneel down and say a silent
pray. Tears flow from my eyes as I touch her hand one last time. I
kiss my lips and touch them to her lips.
“Goodbye
Isabella, I’ll always love you. You were taken from me and I don’t know
why, but I will never forget you. You will always live on in my heart.
God, please take care of her. She deserves the best care.”
I stand up
and turn my back to her. I close my eyes. God, please give me the
strength to do this. I muster up the courage to walk out of the
room. This night has been hell for me. My heaven has been taken
away. I don’t know how I’m going to carry on without it, without her.