What I Was Thinking When Gatsby Died

I had really built a bond and a connection to Jay Gatsby being his neighbor and friend. Even though he had told lies about what he has done in the past, where he was from, where he went to college, and what he does for a living, I knew that he was still a great and respectful man. I loved spending time with Gatsby and that’s why it was such a tragic moment to hear that he had been shot and killed at his home after I had left. Right after the news of his death, I started setting up his funeral and inviting guests to observe the ceremony. I was able to track down Gatsby’s father and tell him of the sad, tragic news. He came all the way from Minnesota and was very proud of his son’s accomplishments and what he could have done. That day, I was very confused as to why not many people showed up to Jay Gatsby’s funeral. He was such a good and generous man. I just thought of all of the parties and things that he had done for everyone else in his life, yet none of those people showed their respect and joined together at his funeral. He threw the best parties and everyone wanted to be invited to the marvelous extravaganzas. Gatsby was always looking out for others and trying to please everyone. He went out of his way to help people have a good time and live their lives. These people were users, not true friends.  They were only around for the good times, not the tough times.  I'm here for you Jay Gatsby ... you were a great person and I will miss you dearly.