Imposter

So I felt this needed a separate post due to its much more serious nature. I went to a wake today with my girlfriend. It was for a 19 year old man who died on the 13th when he lost control of his car on ice and hit a tree, he died in the hospital. I never knew him, Even now I cant remember his name, I was only there so my girlfriend wouldn't be alone. I was there surrounded by his family and so many people crying, I walked up to the coffin with my girlfriend and I just stood there looking at the young man in the coffin, barely older than I am, who still had every right to be a live. I felt like an impostor. I didn't belong there all these people knew him, had cared about him, and expected him to be around so much longer.
When I walked up to the coffin I could only think one thing "I never knew you, I have no idea what your story was and now I never will, and no one will know how it was supposed to end, on this shorty beginning that was taken away so abruptly." His story wont be finished, and its not fair, not to him, his friends, his family, not to anyone, but it is and it cant be changed.
The wake brought back memories of my grandfathers funeral this summer, but I just felt so weird the entire time, knowing I didn't belong there, I had no idea who the you man in the coffin was, I felt disrespectful for walking in there and acting like i was part of this.

I don't ever want to be an impostor again, I don't want to lie about knowing someones story, I just wish that I could go back to the days of innocence where a funeral meant nothing because you couldn't yet grasp the concept of death, of being gone, of forever.