Funeral Narrative

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Today, the day before his funeral. The day I would soon know how it feels to be overpowered with negativity, yet be able to see light. I was crushed by the fact that I was attending the funeral of this loved one. I personally couldn't bring myself to muster the strength or courage to even say his name. Yet people could see him still. This man was not ordinary. In fact, he and I were not close. But it was a funeral and I was “invited”. His name was Matthew Hunt. He was my fifth and sixth-grade teacher's brother (Jason Hunt). My teacher and I were close, and I could see the pain in his eyes. He was heartbroken and so was I. Matthew was a passionate cyclist who owned Bike Blast Las Vegas. He took people on tours around the strip and more. He …show more content…

I’m a more friendly type, so I did the same… I met many people there who didn't seem heartbroken at all. This was more of a remembrance of a fallen friend. Even Mr.Hunt did not seem so deep in emotion either. Everyone got quiet again and I knew someone was on stage, but it wasn't the raffle just yet. It was Mr.Hunt, he took the microphone and started preaching about his brother. Mr.Hunt said “My brother was no ordinary guy, but not special either. He, in fact, got me into cycling, which I solemnly thank him for. HE always found a way to make the people and co-workers around him happy, and always found a way to stay positive”. Everyone agreed with what Mr.Hunt had to say about his brother, many started laughing which I found beautiful. Mr.Hunt went on, but after a short, while he said… “well let's get this raffle …show more content…

I wished this could last forever, or just an hour more. This funeral in my mind turned out to be one of the coolest days of my life. Not only did I get to meet new people, make amends, and become a huge family. But I got to learn how something so horrific and tragic, turn into something brilliant, beautiful, and astonishing. This party and the people within it made me realize that if you embrace it, you will learn and soon accept it. Also to not dwell on the weary, but to grab it and take it. As in clasp it and bend it into something right. Because that's how they would want it right. Speaking of that, I was told “Would he want you to feel sad”, this one question changed my perspective also. If you think about it or have ever been through an experience like this. He’s right, this person wouldn't want you to gloom over his death, but think of it as something special. And to keep living your happy life, and this to be a push forward, like a helping hand that tells you to go on. To conclude, this experience has brought me a light, that will shine in any dark time of misery. It will help me understand and keep going on if I ever feel this heartache again. And by reading my story/rites of passage, you should learn from it

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