The Misha Diaries
7th July 2009
Hello.
We had an early morning visit this morning.
From the police.
There was a car accident earlier today.
There were four deaths.
A motorcyclist. African-American male. Aged 33. He left behind a wife, a 3 year old son and a 1 month old daughter. He was healthy. He had a whole future ahead of him. Possible children, possible grandchildren in 20 years time.
Gone.
A college graduate. Latin American woman. Aged 25. She left behind a small family, including a fiancee of barely 6 months. They were planning a wedding for the new year. She was weeks away from beginning an internship at a local hospital. Future kids, possible lives saved.
Gone.
A lawyer. Caucasian male. Aged 41. He was successful, healthy and happy. He died along with his wife. They left behind 4 teenage children, 3 girls and 1 boy.
My father.
Simon Alexander Jensen.
Gone.
Finally,
A nursery teacher. Caucasian female. Aged 41. Healthy and happy. Died with her husband by her side. They are survived by 4 children.
My mother.
Lily Autumn Jensen (nee Cameron)
Gone.
GONE.
They cease to live anymore.
Deceased.
Families broken.
Futures changed.
Were things meant to be this way?
Was it as some people say 'their time'?
Was it 'fate'?
Is everything up to fate, or do we have more control than we believe?
I used to believe that there was a higher purpose somewhere.
Some how.
People were born for a reason. Different people were born with different characteristics to bring different things to the world. Each persons individual thinking brought something new to the table.
Some people were leaders.
Some people accompanied the leaders.
Others were followers.
Everyday situations taught us something new.
Meeting new people.
Reading a new book.
Even just observing the life surrounding us.
Each and every person we meet changes us a little.
I used to believe that everything would work out, and become the way they were supposed to be.
Perfect.
I was care-free.
My life revolved around my loving family.
They were everything.
Then, two pieces of the puzzle were violently ripped out.
The gaps could never be refilled.
The voids would forever remain.
So here I am.
Grieving for my lost parents.
My lost loves.
My father. I adored him.
He could never do wrong in my eyes.
I would forever be a daddy's girl.
...
Even after his passing.
My mother.
My beautiful, caring mother.
My idol. My hero.
She was everything I wanted to be.
Whenever I felt down, she would give me hope, even with just a smile.
She soothed my cries, she kept the nightmares away.
I will forever worship her. She was a saint.
All I have now are my siblings. Addison. Jude. Keiran. My rocks. My saviors. All I have left.
I don't know what I do without them. Without any of them. They all contribute to my life as I now know it.
I have to go now. There are visitors downstairs.. I don't really want to deal with them, but life isn't fair. Ever.
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Misha Remy Jensen.