July 23rd, 2014

Lucas,

Yesterday was your funeral. There was a sermon at your church, which admittedly was pretty good, though I had never been to a sermon before, so I don't have anything to make a concrete comparison…

Anyway, during the sermon, I decided to share my eulogy with the rest of the people present. I saw several people crying, including myself. I sobbed through each word, not even knowing if people could actually hear what I was saying. They played all your favourite songs. They had blue flowers everywhere, as we know that blue was your favourite colour.

I wasn't wearing anything blue. I was wearing a black suit. To honour you, I had swapped my white blouse for a pink one. When we walked to the cemetery, I talked to your parents, who said that they regret saying those hurtful things to you. I know their pain. I wish I could take back my words…

Lucas, during your burial, the sun shone beautifully. The rays fell exactly on your grave, and for one instant, I felt like you were there with me. Lucas, I already miss you.

Lucas, your funeral was exactly how I think you'd have wanted it… Too bad it had to be so early.

I'm sorry.

Your friend,

Farkle