'Okay, Ana, it's your turn now, come over here with your letter, my dear.', Oliver says as the crowd finally stays silent.
Yeah...It's my turn, I know. And it took me nights to write this letter for your funeral, but I finished it. But I mean, come on, why do people stuff like that? Putting a dead body under the ground and say things you obviously can't hear anymore? Ugh, Maybe just found my answer in middle of my crying and all the pain I felt.
'We're waiting, Ana! Didn't you write your letter? I knew you would have forgot it or something. You always forget things!', he says.
'I wrote it, okay, Oliver? Just don't make a scene. Seriously, stop that.', I say.
'What scene? I'm just telling the truth! And you...', Oliver's saying a little bit annoyed.
As I'm ignoring the rest of what he says, I walk in front of all the people and put out my letter:
"Okay... I'm not that good in those things, and maybe you shouldn't let me speak in front of you, but I was searching for anwsers, that nobody gave me, as I needed them.
Dying is a thing, that happens every minute. I think you don't really realize that, until the person you love dies.
Maybe funerals aren't for the dead. How could someone say, that they aren't for the living? Maybe it's for the rest of us that need to go on tho. And you just got one last chance to cry with those people who loved the same thing as you did. Sadly, the things we do don't matter at all. But still we should do them, and say things out loud instead of thinking them over again. It's like dying from inside when exact that thing is gone. But remembering the past is more like a beautiful dying, people do to themselfs. It hurts. It always does. But we need memories to live our lifes. It doesn't matter if it was long, as long as it was deep. What would we be, without them?
I never thought I would use the words 'beautiful' and 'dying' in the same sentence, 'cause dying isn't beautiful at all. But doing it here feels okay to me.
I hope that there's a chance that we might meet again. Honestly, I don't know how I'd act. Unspoken words, I'm full with those questions on my mind. Maybe we would just stand in front of each other, quietly. And you'd not be able to say anything, because you'd be dead.
And so would I. "
Silence in the whole room.
All eyes are starring right in my direction.
What did happen? All the people do those faces... It's like you died again, in those last 5 minutes.
I just can't stand here all alone, I need to break that silence. 'I told you guys, you shouldn't have let me speak.', I say.
Yeah...It's my turn, I know. And it took me nights to write this letter for your funeral, but I finished it. But I mean, come on, why do people stuff like that? Putting a dead body under the ground and say things you obviously can't hear anymore? Ugh, Maybe just found my answer in middle of my crying and all the pain I felt.
'We're waiting, Ana! Didn't you write your letter? I knew you would have forgot it or something. You always forget things!', he says.
'I wrote it, okay, Oliver? Just don't make a scene. Seriously, stop that.', I say.
'What scene? I'm just telling the truth! And you...', Oliver's saying a little bit annoyed.
As I'm ignoring the rest of what he says, I walk in front of all the people and put out my letter:
"Okay... I'm not that good in those things, and maybe you shouldn't let me speak in front of you, but I was searching for anwsers, that nobody gave me, as I needed them.
Dying is a thing, that happens every minute. I think you don't really realize that, until the person you love dies.
Maybe funerals aren't for the dead. How could someone say, that they aren't for the living? Maybe it's for the rest of us that need to go on tho. And you just got one last chance to cry with those people who loved the same thing as you did. Sadly, the things we do don't matter at all. But still we should do them, and say things out loud instead of thinking them over again. It's like dying from inside when exact that thing is gone. But remembering the past is more like a beautiful dying, people do to themselfs. It hurts. It always does. But we need memories to live our lifes. It doesn't matter if it was long, as long as it was deep. What would we be, without them?
I never thought I would use the words 'beautiful' and 'dying' in the same sentence, 'cause dying isn't beautiful at all. But doing it here feels okay to me.
I hope that there's a chance that we might meet again. Honestly, I don't know how I'd act. Unspoken words, I'm full with those questions on my mind. Maybe we would just stand in front of each other, quietly. And you'd not be able to say anything, because you'd be dead.
And so would I. "
Silence in the whole room.
All eyes are starring right in my direction.
What did happen? All the people do those faces... It's like you died again, in those last 5 minutes.
I just can't stand here all alone, I need to break that silence. 'I told you guys, you shouldn't have let me speak.', I say.