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