Many people go through their lives having lots of regrets. My friend, Jason, passed away before I got to tell him how good of a friend he was to me. That is my major regret in life. I'm writing about this so people will know how important it is to tell someone just how much they mean to you.
I jerked awake to the shrieking voice of a lady singing on my alarm clock. It was only six-thirty on a humid morning. I could hear the high pitch chirping of birds just outside my window as I lie there rubbing my tired eyes. Trying to wake myself up, I staggered to the kitchen to get an ice cold glass of water. As I gulped down the refreshing water, my mom entered the kitchen still in her robe and still half asleep. By the blank stare on her face, I knew she had something to tell me. She began to talk. Everything around me started to get blurry from the waterfall of tears falling from my eyes. "All this is just a dream," I kept insisting. My good friend, Jason, had passed away last night. Burying my face into a velvet, heart shaped pillow, the tears couldn't be held back anymore. .
Although first finding out my friend died was terrible, I would have to say that the funeral was one hundred times worse. Pulling up to the funeral home wearing a black dress and my hands grasping a handful of tissues, my whole body began to tremble. Trying to keep my balance, I somehow managed to walk up to the funeral home. After about five minutes of searching for a seat, I finally spotted an empty seat right next to one of my friends. They had my friend's favorite CD playing over the speakers and I could feel the tears rising in my throat.
Though the guy up in front was taling about Jason and all of his accomplishments and awards he had won, I found myself distracted by the thousands of pictures of Jason on a bulletin board just to the right of me. I immediately broke out into a long cry. I could smell all of the fresh sent flowers that were engulfing Jason's casket.
