I could feel the sun’s warmth piercing through my black shirt as I stood on top of the sunny hillside

of where she was to be buried. Looking beyond the sea of black, I could only see the sadness and

tears in everyone’s eyes. I tried to be the strength that my friends were desperately looking for as her casket

began to move slowly into the earth. Within twenty minutes, it was over and I stood there staring at her

grave in disbelief and without closure. As I lit an incense and said a little prayer for her, I glanced

over at her parents. They looked as if they have aged a hundred years. Her parents looked tired and weary,

stricken with grief. I can not begin to imagine how it feels like to lose your only child. On the

way home, all the memories started rushing back and at that moment, I realized I will never be able to

see her again. Although as hard as I tried to fight back the tears, I could no longer be strong

and I let the tears flow in ways they never knew how before. I can remember it like it was

yesterday and I can still feel the sadness that I felt that day; that feeling I never want to feel again.