I don't won them, only borrowing them

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Dear diary,

Today was probably one of the worst and miserable days of my life. Michelle was killed today.

And it was by something she loves too. Horse-back riding. God, it hurts. When mom died, a part of me died with her. Then Papouli died. And now Michelle. She was only 9 years old.

Why are you so cruel God?

Dad isn't speaking. He is in shock. When we found out she.......he totally shut down. He doesn't talk, cry, or anything. It's like he totally died, emotionally. It is just like with Mom.

He locked, him self away in funeral plans.

I already miss her. I miss they way she smiled. They way she always tried to get out of trouble. I miss the way she said 'you got it dude'. Although she hasn't said that in years.

I keep thinking that she will walk in the front door, smiling. And she says

"Did I scare you guys!" and she would laugh and we would hug and cry and ground her for eternity.

But I know that is out of reach.

Michelle, I love you. I will always love. Please, where ever you are, be happy. Be with Mom. She was a beautiful person, just like you.

This is the last time, I will be writing in this. This is too painfull.

God, I love you Michelle.

Be safe, Be happy.

Rest in Peace.

+D.J+

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