My Own Funeral
You find yourself at the front of the church that you attended growing up, but only on special holidays, like Christmas or Easter, it’s a blurred memory, but you manage to recognize the place. You look into the crowd of people and see a number of dark figures that occupy the rows of benches. You begin to recognize the different faces in the crowd. You look at the front row, that’s where most of the sobbing originates from. You first notice your mom, who’s being completely embraced by your dad. It looks like he’s holding every last piece of her together. She looks like she’s lost a lot of weight as if she hasn’t eaten in days. You look at both of their faces and there is no love, there is no hope, just despair. Your dad looks like he hasn’t slept in what must be weeks, his eyes hold a grey lifeless color, with bags that display his intense exhaustion. You notice your little sister sitting close next to them. She worshiped your every breath, and only ever seemed to seek your approval in anything she did, without you she was adrift. She doesn’t have the same innocent, pure look on her face anymore, it’s something much darker now. “What’s going on? Why am I here?” are both things you keep asking yourself. Every detail about you and your life is a big fog in your memory, but an overwhelming feeling of horror stays cloaked over you. You begin to scream and kick things, but it’s as if nobody can hear or see you. It’s like you’re invisible, irrelevant to everyone else. You suddenly turn around, and you notice a big box behind you, a coffin. Next to the coffin is what was supposed to be your senior picture, you took just a few weeks ago. You’re dressed up in your cap and gown, when you took the picture you could hardly believe how close you were to beginning adulthood, creating your own life. You remember the proud look that your mom and dad both wore when they got the pictures in the mail of you, like their baby girl was all grown up. You were so young and had the potential for so much. Overwhelmingly, each memory begins to flood back to you. You were driving on one of the main roads by your school; you were simply just on your way home from work after a short 4-hour shift. You hear your phone vibrate in the cup holder, and you pick up your phone to check if it was someone important. You take your eyes off the road just for a second as you cross through an intersection and just for a second was enough time to end your life. Before you crash, you are able to glance at who your text was from and what it said. The text was from your little sister, and the text read “How much longer until you r home?” Little did either of you know, that you were never going to make it home, ever again. About 4,000 teens lives are taken from car crashes a year, and about 1 in 4 of all car collisions involves phone use. Don’t put your family through all of the pain and suffering of losing a loved one, especially over a text message, it’s not worth it. The next time your phone goes off while you’re driving, remember looking away for one second is enough time to crash. The text can wait, you have one life, treat it like it’s precious.