My best friend died. It was horrible. I saw it all unfold as we were walking to the pub on Friday night. He stepped out onto the road just as some bikies came careening around the corner. They mowed him right down, flattened him to the tarmack. I screamed, as onlookers stared in disbelief….
It’s sad but Geoff didn’t really have many friends. In fact, I was his life. We did everything together, he was always with me. And when he passed away, I alone was left with the heart wrenching task of preparing the funeral. I’ve been calling up funeral directors in Perth but I keep running into difficulties. What am I supposed to do? I don’t know anything about this stuff. I need help from a professional.
I did eventually find one of the good funeral homes. Perth funeral directors were very helpful and understanding about the death of my best friend. Just because he wasn’t made of flesh, blood and sinew like the rest of us, doesn’t mean he deserves their disdain. Geoff had feelings, okay, and so do I! The complete disregard that was shown to me by my family has been exceedingly difficult during this time of mourning. Mum keeps telling me that I need help. She’s probably right, I do need help. I should talk with the funeral director more and see if he knows anyone who does grief counselling. From funeral homes and directors. I can’t do this all on my own, it’s just too hard. I don’t know why this happened, I’ll probably never know. It keeps me up at night thinking about all that has happened lately. I don’t want to be alone. I’m grateful for the funeral directors support, I don’t know what I would have done without it. Now leave me in peace while i write this eulogy — one that will probably be spoken to an empty room.