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Essay / The Death of My Best Friend - 1638
I remember an old saying my mother used to tell me: “Never say never.” Is this true? I never imagined this to be true until something happened to me that changed my life to this day. Growing up, I was oddly cold-hearted. I guess I was never the rambunctious girl who always cried after a nail broke or the kind of person who wore her heart on her sleeve. I always kept things to myself and left it until the day someone saw me cry. Most people thought I wasn't human. Crying wasn't something I was used to, but I didn't know that just one instance would cause me to lose oceans. I guess I was the only one with dry eyes at every funeral I attended. My uncle's funeral, my grandfather's funeral, almost everyone's funeral, I would just sit in the back and pray for it all to be over. Everyone was so grief-stricken that at some point I felt jealous that I couldn't feel such raw emotion. I think I should be included in Ripley's world record for attending the most funerals in my life without shedding a single tear. It was like I was a regular funeral customer. Everyone around me was dying and crying and it didn't bother me at all. I remember attending every funeral with my best friend. We were so close she was peanut and I was jelly. She always cried and sympathized with everyone. If I ever told her about a death, she would always cry in my arms, regardless of whether she knew about them or not. I have always been there for her and she has always been there for me. At the funerals we attended, she would joke after sobbing for hours that maybe I should go to the bathroom and pour water in my eyes. She always made me laugh. I specifically remember at my grandfather's funeral, she said to me, "Johanna, would you cry if I died?" I said, “Hell no, you… middle of paper… I think she would wake up and still be with us.” I have never cried for anyone or ever in my life and this was a shock to me. She meant everything to me and I guess you never know what you have until it's gone. I still cry tears for her and I don't think I'll ever stop doing it. I never thought I would cry so much for someone else or feel like my world was ending. I didn't expect this to happen to me, my best friend committing suicide without warning. I didn't expect to react the way I did that day. My heart was so cold and emotionless and I didn't have a care in the world. After my best friend passed away, it opened a door of emotion I never thought I would have. It is now so easy for me to empathize with people who have lost loved ones and console them in their grief. Katherine Peralta is the reason I cry tears every night when I fall asleep.