What I Was Feeling When Gatsby Died

When Gatsby died I felt awful. I had lost a close friend that I knew would do anything for me. I felt bad for his father too because I knew he must be taking it harder than I was. But when I saw him he was not sad he was happy to see what his son accomplished. He walked through Gatsby's house admiring all of his possessions and just looking around. He was happy. I was confused. I didn't even know that Gatsby's real name was Gatz not Gatsby and when I saw his father he corrected me immediately. I also felt bad for Daisy in a way because I knew that some part f her still loved Gatsby and felt awful having to leave before she could even attend his funeral. I was also furious with Meyer Wolfsheim because he refused to attend Gatsby's funeral also. As far as I was concerned Meyer was one of Gatsby's closest friends and confidants but he would not agree to come. He kept telling me that he would not be available for the funeral and kept coming up with excuse after excuse. I was overall just flat out confused because somehow everything involving Gatsby was put on me to fix and prepare his funeral and his life. It was unfair.