Analysis: Losing My Best Friend

Register to read the introduction… She tried to lift her hand up, but immediately it fell, for her strength had been drained from her body. She couldn’t do anything by herself anymore. I held her weak and shaky hand, trying my best to comfort her and make her forget about all the things she was suffering. Tears dripped from my eyes, I didn’t want to cry in front of her because I was afraid it would stress her out somehow, and I didn’t want her to be anymore stressed than she already was. “I’ll be fine…I promise…” she said, her voice almost gone. “I don’t think that’s a promise you can keep.” He dad bluntly said, her mom gave him a dirty look and he shrugged. “You’ll be okay…you’re going to be just fine.” Her mother encouraged as she stroked her hair gently. I looked down to her weakened smile and tried to smile back, but it was hard to smile when I knew where she was headed. “I’ll leave you two alone for a bit okay?” her mom said to us, she gently kissed Hunters forehead and stood up. “We have to speak with the doctor.” She finished. She and her dad left the room and it was just us. “What do you think?” she suddenly asked. “What?” “Do you think I’m gonna die?” she …show more content…
The sadness and shock overwhelmed us all. Many many tears were shed, and many hearts were broken, including mine. The one thing I remember the most from her funeral was what her mother said…“No mother should ever have to bury their child,” and it’s true. Right when Hunter started to heal, she died not even two months after. She had a promising life to live, but it was taken away from her in the blink of an eye. I’ve learned that no matter how promising life can be, it can be taken away just as easy. So now to this day I try not to take life too seriously. I don’t let people get to me as easy as I used to, I have more fun whenever I can; that way if my life were to be taken away while I am still young, I wouldn’t have had any worries or regrets when I