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  • today is the 6th year my daughter has been dead...6 years since i found her under a tree in our backyard. She had fallen. I wasn't home when she fell, so the whole event is wrapped in mystery. The only clues we had was the drug toxology in her autopsy. Cocaine, Heroin, other sundry drugs...
    She had locked herself in the bathroom, broken a window and climbed out, and up the huge mother tree in our yard. The story we tell ourselves is that she had a cocaine psychosis episode, and thought someone was after her.
    When i found her she was the beautiful fairy child i had always known, but with no life animation in her broken body. Funny how a body without life looks so dead.
    Every year i think this day could be just a day i mark for her...a day when i think of her and send her love... Every year the pain of loss is the same as the first moment i realized my baby was never diminishes. It is as if it just happened moments ago...

    tomorrow will be here soon...
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