Love is stronger that death even though it can’t stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries, it can’t separate people from love. It can’t take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.
The rain fell heavily from the sky, adding to the dark, cliché, macabre setting. It’s always the first thought when it comes to funerals, next to death. It’s normal to connect rain with funerals. Rain tends to give off a depressing vibe. Some say rain at a funeral are the angels crying along with those left behind by the deceased. Rain at a funeral is what some say is normal.
Jagger Daniels, seventeen years old.
Sage Reid, sixteen years old.
Ethan Sutton, eighteen years old.
Rose Ferguson, seventeen years old.
Mike Norris, seventeen years old.
Gabriella Spencer, sixteen years old.
Keller Rae, eighteen years old.
Jasmine Pool, eighteen years old.
Scotty Haste, sixteen years old.
Three seniors and six juniors—all the best of friends. All had bright futures ahead them. All had supporting families, and siblings they loved. All were looked at in awe with all of their accomplishments; sports, academics, love. All were role models.
All were murdered.