What I was feeling at Gatsby's funeral...

 What I was feeling at Gatsby’s funeral was utter frustration. Thousands of people came to his house for his extravagant parties, but no one came to his funeral. This man allowed people to eat and drink at his home without any form of invitation, but no one had the decency to come to his funeral. In the end it was only me, Owl Eyes, and Gatsby’s father. Not even Daisy or Jordan came. Daisy and Tom just left town. After everything that happened at the hotel, Daisy did not even acknowledge Gatsby’s death. Klipspringer even called asking for his shoes, but refused to come to funeral. I was so furious that I could not even stay on the phone with him. How could people do this to him? I felt completely alone and lost. Everything that had happened this summer was because of Gatsby. Whether or not he knew it, Gatsby taught me many lessons. He was a friend that I never had. His father told me many things about who Gatsby truly was. I learned that Gatsby was little dishonest in telling me who he was. I felt betrayed that Gatsby did not tell me the whole truth, but I was angrier with the turnout at the funeral. I felt frustration at society. How could people use a man like this and not even pay their respects. He is dead now and no one can do anything about it. This moment and this feeling will stick with me forever. It has shaped who I am today. After anyone met Gatsby, they became a different person. Some people changed for the better and some people changed for the worse. Gatsby could do

that to people.