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Hi well i promised Dana i would post this here. This piece of writting was written for a competition on another site and well i was telling her about it and well thats why im here. It is only ment to be 500 words and the chanllenge was to create a character that people would care about in just 500 words . Well here it is comments very welcome.

"You are all here today to remember and say your goodbyes to a wonderful person" The vicar voice went on but I found myself unable to concentrate on what he was saying. The heavy mist of depression, over coming me as I realised I would never see him again, hear his laugh or feel him touch me so deeply that he touched my soul.
My mind went back to that night the night when he had died. The night when I was at home watching TV and he had gone to the pub, to watch Arsenal and Manchester united play in the premiership. As he was walking home, a car, driven by drunken teenagers, knocked him down. I was waiting at home waiting for him to come home waiting for him to come through the door of our small flat and sweep me off my feet like he always did. I felt the wet salty tears go down my face. I made no effort to stop them. I waited and waited, staring at the door willing my self to believe that nothing bad had happened. Then the police had come round confirming my worse fears. Those totally strangers telling me in cold flat voices how he had died on the way to the hospital. The pit of depression had opened up before me and I had fallen in, so deeply I couldn't see the way out. There was no light to guide me.
Kind faces, kind words was all I remembered of the funeral. As they left me going over all the moments we had shared, in our flat all alone.
Somehow I got through, piecing my life back together getting used to being a widow. My will was bent on the trail of that teenage boy who had been driving the car. But then the trail came and I saw the pale scared voice of a 15 year old boy who had a joke with his mates but had backfired. Seeing his face I came to my senses he was only a kid not knowing the consequences of what he had did. Now he would pay a terrible price having the guilt of killing over shadowing him for the rest of my life. As I listened to the Judge pass his sentence I came to realise my love wouldn't have wanted me to be in a sea of depression for the rest of my life. He would have wanted me to live to the full to fulfil my dreams. He was a wonderful man and I was going to make his life worth something, by preserving his memory.
So I did. I started up a charity educating kids about the dangers of drink driving how lives can be ruined by one nights fun. I go to some of the sessions and feel my pain easing as my loss, is stopping other losing their loved ones. Knowing that he will live on through this work, and will never be forgotten.