What I was feeling when I attended Gatsby's funeral

            The grief of Jay Gatsby’s passing really hit me hard. He was one of the greatest men I have ever been lucky enough to met and he taught me so much. At his funeral, only a few attended and that in itself made me full of anger. This was the man who hosted a party for thousands every weekend but no one seemed to take the time out of their day to pay him their respects. For a man so young, so smart, so hopeful to die really makes this world less of a place. As I stood there at his small funeral, the sadness of his death really hit me. I realized how much I was truly going to miss him and it broke my heart. His hopefulness and optimizes changed the way I viewed the world. When his father began to talk to me I didn’t feel uncomfortable. No not at all uncomfortable. It felt right, like I knew this man my entire life. I guess it felt like this because he was one of the only other few individuals I met that thought of Gatsby as more than just the man who throws the parties. The last thing I remember feeling was happiness because I remembered the last words I said to Gatsby. I was so blessed to have the one compliment I ever give Gatsby turn out to be the last words he ever hears from me. This was a tragic loss of a GREAT friend and I’m really going to miss that old sport.