Life is too Short(Appreciate) // One Shot
Inspiration comes from an amazing guy I knew for this. He died at a young age which never seems fair, but I believe he lived his life exactly how he wanted to. I didn't have very many memories with him, considering I'm younger and don't hang out with my sisters much, but the ones I do have are priceless. Thank you, Kyle, for all the lives you've touched when you were here and even while you're up there in Heaven right now. Nobody could ever forget about a person like you, so have fun up there, and enjoy being with your dad again. See you sometime in the future, Kyle. 4/22/11
Darkness was the only thing I could see, until I opened my eyes to light and a scene I wasn't familiar with. Looking around me, I noticed my family, who were all wearing nice clothing, standing in a different room of the building I was in. Curious as to where I was, I made my way to the room, only to see pews filled with people, not a smile on their faces. In the front of the room was a closed coffin, obviously holding the body of whoever all these people were here for. "Mom," I whispered to her, tapping her shoulder, "why are we here?" She didn't look towards me, just ignored me. I shook it off, figuring whoever it was is probably close to our family. When they all took their seats towards the front, I followed, taking the empty spot next to my girlfriend of three years, Demi.
Our relationship that Demi and I shared started as young best friends, which then evolved as we got older and discovered what feelings we had. Originally, I thought caring about her like I did was because she was my friend, almost like a sister, but when she felt the same way, I knew it was because we loved eachother. From when I first asked her out to the current time, we've been practically inseperable.
Starting off the ceremony, a pastor stood at the podium in the front and began a prayer. While we all bowed our heads, I reached over to Demi and grabbed her head, for it to be pulled away immediately, as she rubbed it in her other hand, before putting it back where it was. I shook it off and interlocked our hands again, which she accepted this time. Looking around the room while the pastor began saying the obituary, I noticed how many people I recognized. Family members, school peers, neigbors, old friends; it seemed everyone I saw around the room had been in my life at one point. The thought of whom's funeral I was at came into my mind once again and I started to listened to some of the words of the pastor, hearing him speak about a boy. As he described the boy and his life, I found many similarities; in fact, all similarities.
"Demi," I spoke softly turning to her, getting no response. It couldn't be, it was absolutely impossible. Once the pastor ended his part, others were allowed to speak. I watched in disbelief as my best friend walked to the front, taking a microphone in his hand. Joe and I became friends sometime around the first grade, when we shared our lunches. As soon as he opened his TMNT lunch-box to those circus animal cookies, I knew we'd be best friends until death.
"Many of you know how close Nick and I were," Joe spoke into the mic, "we were practically brothers. Once we even tried to be blood brothers, but all we had was our fake plastic knifes." Laughter erupted throughout the people in the room as he shared our memory. "It's hard when your brother is taken away, but what's even harder is knowing you were right beside him and survived. Sure I ended up getting a little scratched up from the accident, but I still got a chance at more in my life, unlike Nick." I slowly stood up, walking towards the front of the room and seeing all the people I had known in my life. At one point, I did something to touch all of the people in the room before me. "There's one thing I do know that Nick would want if he was here with us today," I moved towards Joe, standing right next to him as he spoke, "and that would be to not grieve over him, but enjoy what life we did have with him. He'd tell us to stop crying, because only children cry. What he would want is for us to smile and relive all the wonderful moments we shared with him."
"They should smile and laugh over all the stupid things I've done in my life with them," I said outloud to myself, "instead of thinking about all the ones we'll never have." Joe looked to the left of him, where I was standing, though to everyone I wasn't.
"If he was here right now, which I know he probably is, he'd tell all of you to smile and laugh from what he's done, not cry because there won't be more." I smiled to myself as he rephrased what I had spoken to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. "Nick," he spoke one last time, still looking right in my direction as he spoke, a smile slowly forming on his face, "I want you to have a great time up there, alright? But, not too much fun, because as soon as God decides he needs me too, I'm coming up there and beating you up for leaving without me."
"Joe, you're ridiculous," I laughed to myself.
"Not as ridiculous as you," he whispered, not letting it travel through the mic. He nodded his head at me, saying his goodbye. "Now somebody come take this mic from me and share with everything something embarrasing about Nick, because there's got to be something I haven't heard yet."
-"Better by far you should forget and smile, than that you should remember and be sad,"-"Remember Me"