Why I Organized Gatsby's Funeral

My good friend Gatsby just died and now I am back to where I started: alone.  Inside, I can not believe he is  gone.  His death was so unfair, he was not the one who killed Myrtle and he was not the man she was having an affair with.  Honestly, it was all Tom's fault for getting himself into this mess, but he would never get to take the blame.  Instead, poor Gatsby lie dead on the table with nobody at his funeral except for his father and the owl eyes man.  I tried and tried, but nobody could come to Gatsby's funeral.  Funny how all of these people would be regular attendees at his parties, but could not take a day to say goodbye to him.  It made me upset that Gatsby did not get the respect he deserved.  I could not believe how chaotic Gatsby's yard looked.  It was no longer the perfect green yard I had seen so many times.  Instead, there were kids running around writing curse words on his property.  How disrespectful!  I met his father and he was so proud of Gatsby and his belongings.  I organized Gatsby's funeral, because I owed him something for being so kind to me.  He did not get his wish to marry Daisy, but at least he saw her before he left. I knew that if I was the one who had died Gatsby would have done the same for me.  I thought back to the first time I saw Gatsby, standing and staring at the green dock light.  I could have never imagined that it would come to this- me mourning about a man that only a few moths ago I hadn't even known.  It was interesting that Owl Eyes appeared, because I felt like I was being watched.  He was there when I first met Gatsby and he was there at the end...