Eulogy for Piggy

Piggy was a thinker, the smartest kid I've ever known. It's ironic to think that of all the boys, I knew Piggy the most and I do not even know his real name. I hurts me to think that I did not realize Piggy's intelligence until it was almost too late. When we first met I laughed at him and teased him. If I could go back to that first time we met I would have probably still laughed at his confession of being teased as Piggy, but I would still want to know his real name. Unfortunately, I will probably never know his true name, and even if I do I will never be able to call him by it. All the time on the island I really took Piggy for granted. I never gave importance to anything he said or anything he suggested. I remember the first day on the island vividly. It was far before most of us had spiraled out of control. While we were still innocent and naive. Piggy had seen me and he was the first boy I met on the island. We walked along the beach and found the conch shell that soon became the symbol of authority in our new society. Piggy knew how to use the conch shell, but he could not blow it because he was suffering from asthma. He taught me its usage and thats how we got all the other boys on the island to come together. So technically Piggy was the one responsible for bringing the group together. He was the only boy in the group though with asthma and specs. I guess Piggy was always different from everyone else. Using the conch as he told me I blew and thus a meeting was called. The first meeting. The meeting was anything but organized, yet there was Piggy taking people's names, the only one smart enough to think of knowing how many of us were actually there on the island. But even he didn't get that far, I didn't give him the chance too. Later on when we set a bunch of dead wood on fire using Piggy's specs and when Piggy noticed one of the younger boys or litluns as we took to calling them, was missing, I acted indifferent, though deep down I knew I had failed that...