Friendship Essay: My Best Friend's Funeral

I never thought that I would ever had to attend to a funeral of a close friend. Aaron Smith was

only 18 years old and passed away from a tragic automobile accident. He was always a really happy guy

and had the biggest smile there could ever be, his smile would make anyone get cheered up. He was about

5 foot 9 inches, light brown skin, and he had a thick body, and black hair. Aaron would always help out a

friend in need, even though he had trouble with his divorced parents he wouldn’t let that get him down. His

mother and sisters live in Stockton, California and his father lives in Royal City, Washington so Aaron

would always be traveling from California to Washington state. That made it hard on him trying to be with

both families, but his favorite place to reside was Royal City because he had all of us as friends we gave

him all the love that he needed to be comfortable living without his mom and sisters.

So this is were the story begins. I remember November 13, 2006 like it were yesterday I was very excited because we had just moved in to a new house it wasn‘t in Royal city but it was only 30 minutes away. Our new house had three bed rooms, three bathrooms, two living rooms, and the best part of all a big swimming pool with a slide and a diving board! It was one of the most exciting days of my life, even tough we had tons of boxes to un pack it was all good. My bedroom was outside of the actual house it was the guest room but I claimed it as my room it was perfect. That day I was with my boyfriend who was also very close to Aaron, we were watching a scary movie and it was about 8Pm and Ray (my boyfriend) had a really weird feeling like he had to leave back to Royal as soon as possible ...

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...ood-bye. We were all just hanging out in the room until it was all over. From Moses Lake Aaron had a last trip he was going to be buried in California we all knew that Aaron would have rather be in Royal City but his mom thought otherwise.

To some up this awful story we finally left the funeral house, and everyone left back to Royal City. To all of us it was a nightmare come true to lose a close friend but now that I think about it he is in a better place not having to decide between mom or dad, California or Washington. This funeral was the worst thing that could happen to me, I lost a good friend and I would never get to see him again. When I think about him now days I look at it like if he were in California and that I will see him eventually. I dream about him once in a while and I know he’s dead but in my dream it makes me happy to see him and talk to him.