What I was thinking when Daisy never came to the funeral

Only two people showed up for Gatsby's funeral. This great man threw a party every weekend for most of his life, and no one showed up but me and his father. Not even Daisy, the love of his life, showed up. He died for her and she doesn't even show up for him. I tried to call her multiple times, and I know that she had to of seen something about it in the news, or the talk of the town. Gatsby lived a extravagant life, with amazing parties, and lots of money, but no one really knew who he was. I didn't even truly know who he was, his father had only shown up because he had heard about if from the newspapers. I had assumed that Gatsby's parents and relatives were gone. This man deserved better, he was always so kind to everyone and gave them what they wanted. I was sad to me that they couldn't return the favor by coming to his funeral. After the funeral Daisy and Tom had just fled, they picked up everything and left. I believe they moved to another country, and then another one, and probably another one. She left everything in the past, almost like Gatsby never existed, even me, her own cousin. Gatsby deserved better and I will always be sorry that he didn't get the gratitude in return. He was a great man and he forever changed my life and the way I see the world. Thank you Gatsby

Why I invited Daisy over the house that day

I was asked by Jordan, who was asked by Gatsby, for me to ask Daisy over to my home for lunch. Why Gatsby wouldn't just tell me that himself I will never know. I thought it was strange that I was the one who had to do this, but I went along with it. I felt like in a way this was going behind Tom's back, but I didn't care. Tom was having an affair with another woman anyway, and Gatsby and Daisy just wanted to have lunch together. I wondered if Gatsby and Daisy had known each other before, but I figured they hadn't since they needed me to set up this arrangement. When Gatsby had arrived he seemed frantic and very nervous. I don’t understand this, he had all his staff come over and make the house look nice and stock it with food and brought in all these beautiful flowers. Everything look amazing, he should have nothing to worry about. When Daisy got here you would have thought all hell had broken lose, all of a sudden things didn't look right and the house wasn't nice enough and there weren't enough flowers. I had to calm Gatsby down and once he locked eyes with Daisy he instantly calmed down. It was like he was mesmerized in her eyes and couldn't look away. At this moment I knew without even asking they had a long past, and had a lot of catching up to do. I decided to let them discuss by themselves. When I came back they were hanging on to one another's every word. The way Gatsby looked at Daisy was the way she deserved to be looked at. At that moment I was happy that I gave them the chance to reconnect and find the love that they had for one another again.

What I was thinking when Gatsby died

When I got the call that Gatsby had been murdered I drew a blank. I could not comprehend it, how and why would someone kill Gatsby. Questions were running through my mind. Why didn't anyone stop the shooter? Who would do this to Gatsby? What would have happened if I had stayed? All these questions and thoughts were running through my head. But as I was thinking about who did this, I couldn't comprehend that he was dead. I wanted to call him and tell him about this tragedy and talk about what had happened and try to figure out why someone would kill this man. Sadly I could not do that, for that man was Gatsby himself. I rushed over to the house hoping that it was not true, but it was. By the time I got to Gatsby's house there were police and detectives everywhere. I remember thinking, how can they just take pictures of him floating in the water like that? Someone needed to help him, he was drowning and no one was helping him. I took me a little bit to grasp that he was gone. Once I calmed down a little I started to think logically as to who could have done this. The only person I could think of was Tom. I had no clue what happened, but I knew that it had something to do with Tom. This somehow was all related back to the death of Myrtle. The shooter was found and he had killed himself only seconds after he killed Gatsby. The killer was George, Myrtle's husband. Gatsby wasn't even driving, but I couldn't tell anyone who was, Gatsby said not to. He didn't even deserve to die, he just wanted the love of Daisy. But the truth still remained that Gatsby was gone, he was dead.

Why I decided to go to Gatsby's party that night

I had just moved to West Egg and I had known no one, I came to fond that my neighbor was Jay Gatsby who was known to have thrown extravagant parties. They always seemed to be great parties, but I never really understood how he knew all these people or where they all came from. For the first week I had only heard stories of the great Gatsby, he was a mystery and I was determined to figure it out. One day I got an invitation to one of these great parties, I decided to go because I wanted to figure Gatsby out and understand what his world was about. When I arrived to the party I was trying to find someone to give my invitation to, but there was no one. Throughout the night I came to realize that I was the only one who was given an invitation. Also throughout the night I searched for Gatsby, but she was nowhere to be found. This was so strange to me, where did these people come from, and why weren't they invited, who is this Gatsby? That night I finally got to meet the man, and wow was he different, there was something so calming about him and so sophisticated about him. I continued to go to his parties and have personal affairs with him during the day time. Gatsby became my one and only great friend, but little did I know that there was deep rooted history between him and my cousin Daisy.  

What I was feeling when Gatsby died

When I heard that the one and only Jay Gatsby had died, I felt life something in me died as well. My best friend, my neighbor, the only one I really knew and trusted in this town, had been murdered. I felt heart break, why someone would do this. The only person I could think to have to do with it was Tom Buchanan. Once I got over the shock of him being murdered it started to come to me who and why Gatsby was murdered. Tom was defiantly apart of this because of Myrtle's death. I'm sure Tom had told George, Myrtle's husband, that it was Gatsby's car that hit Myrtle. George had come and found Gatsby in his home and killed him on the spot. Moments later George had killed himself. But only Gatsby and I knew that Daisy was diving. I wanted to tell everyone that this was not Gatsby's fault, it was Daisy's fault. I felt like I needed to justify Gatsby's death, but I decided not to because he did not tell anyone the truth when he was alive. I don't think that I will ever get over that he is gone. He was such a caring man and had given everything to everyone with asking noting in return. The only thing that he really wanted in return was love back from Daisy, and sadly he never go that.  

What I was feeling when I was with Tom and Myrtle

I have not known Tom for very long, truthfully really I don't even know Daisy. Daisy being my own cousin, you would think I would know her and her husband a little better. So when I was asked to go into town with Tom I wasn't really sure what I was getting myself in to. As we were about to cross the railroad tracks Tom made an irrational decision to go into an auto body shop. I has heard that Tom had a secret lover, but I didn't know if she was real or not. Last thing I knew I was in an apartment with Myrtle, Tom's lover, Myrtle's sister, Tom, and another couple. I felt uncomfortable, how could I, Nick Carraway the cousin of Daisy Buchanan, be able to sit here and let Tom mess around with some other girl. I didn't know how to feel or how I should act. But I did know that I wanted to leave. I felt as if I was betraying Daisy, even Gatsby. Daisy deserved someone better than this, and Gatsby would not have let Daisy of been treated that way. As the day went on the liquor continued to go down my throat. This was the second time I have been drunk. I didn't know how to tell Tom what he was doing with Myrtle was wrong, so I decided to blame it on the liquor. Maybe this is just how these types of people lived, I could not figure out the rich. Myrtle seem like a very nice girl, don't get me wrong, but this was wrong, what about her husband, who seemed very nice, I wonder if he knew anything about this. What I did was wrong too, for my feelings did not turn into words and put a stop to the situation. I did not know how these people could live like this all the time, lying and cheating on each other.