this i believe essay

As I walked up to the casket, hands drenched in sweat, my heart—swelling with every breath I took—skipped a beat and suddenly everything around me grew still and silent. I looked down at the ever so lifeless body and couldn’t help the salty water that fell from my eyes and rolled down my cheek. My legs then became weak and my body turned limp. This couldn’t possibly be the last time I would physically see the face of my uncle Bobby, but I believe in saying goodbye!
Many people go through life without being able to let go or say goodbye and others may only have to say it a few times; I’m now eighteen-years-young and I have been in the presence of approximately 11 dead bodies all of which were at funerals. It’s deplorable and hard to do, many say impossible but I believe in letting go. Holding on is much too painful so I believe that letting go can mend a heart. Because we say goodbye does that mean this is the end? Does that mean I have to forget about the very person that made me whole? And the answer is no; saying goodbye means you know how to let go and letting go means you have taken an acceptance in reality and taking that acceptance will mature you, make you stronger for the goodbyes to come.
I once gave up my chance to say goodbye, the last chance. Just recently I lost a good friend of mine b y the name of Remington. He was shot—they say accidently—by some atrocious kid who didn’t want to pay $3 dollars to get in a party. It’s been a while since we last spoken so I forgot what his voice sounds like, but words or not, Remington know he meant a lot to me. I don’t throw the word “ friend” out there very often so when your given that title I mean well. His funeral came and went like in the blink of an eye; I didn’t even go. For some reason I had this image in my head that he would be back and this was all a joke. I imagined him calling me or seeing him out somewhere as I usually. I let my imagination get the best of me. I let it detour me from reality, therefore I can’t let go. I’m holding on to something and someone that is gone and believe me when I say, it hurts. I couldn’t say goodbye and I sleep at night with regret.


BY:BRINETTE PICKETT