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.