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"Now I would like the friends of the deceased to read letters they wrote." the pastor said. I volunteered to go first. That's right me, Toby Issacs. I looked into the coffin and wanted to cry. It was like losing Rick. When I say Rick I mean the real Rick, not the Rick that shot Jimmy, not the Rick that hit Terri, and not the Rick who tried to shoot Emma. The real Rick was a guy that had a crush on Emma just like I did the real Rick was the guy that just wanted everyone to know that he changed. I should stop thinking of him. This is not Rick's funeral it's someone else's.
"I knew the deceased," I started. "They were an amazing person and I can't believe this happened. So now I will read a letter I wrote to the deceased."
I looked into the crowd for support. I was greeted with sad yet hollow eyes. We were all dead inside. "You took care of me. Even if we didn't always get along. You weren't perfect but no one is. You just wanted to fit in. You made a lot of enemies but you made a lot of friends. You gave me a lot of advice. Even if I didn't ask for it. If I forget anyone from Degrassi it won't be you. I miss you. I truly do and always will. My letter is short because there isn't much to say. You're gone and nothing can bring you back. One day we'll meet again. With Love, Toby Issacs." The crowd clapped for me, not that "way to go clapping" but the sympathetic "we know how you feel and we miss them too clapping".