That moment when i lived in hell

For my loss of "Andrew David Coy"

I walked up to them. My grandma and uncle Willie. When i saw there faces it was like they had been crying for days. I held in my feeling for about a second before i realized my uncle. Dead in the casket. I burst into tears. The unbelievable sight i saw, i thought was playing tricks on me, had not. He was real and dead. Andrew shot through the back and dieing instantly. I had thought things like; Was this my fault? How did this come to be? Thinking over and over again on how i stand there at a funeral home in front of my uncle, with my grandma and uncle Willie on my left. I remember when I was 11 and Andrew and Willie grabbed me by my arms and legs and swung me. I cant forget that moment. I also cant forget the moment when Andrew took me into my moms car and had a long talk with me, how he doesn't want me ending up like him or his mother. I was in pain and shock. All those moments and fears balled in one room. The only thing to do from there was say my good byes and leave. And so as i did i felt happiness for him. That he might be somewhere happier. And that day was the moment i lived in hell.