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I was looking through some old papers and documents that I have saved in my paper drawers (more a filing cabinet but its the same difference) and I came across the obituaries for my deceased fiancé and her daughter. Grace (my fiance) and Ellie (her daughter that was calling me dad) were killed by a drunk driver in a head on collision. They were my rocks and my life. Ellie was six Grace was 18. Grace was raped at the age of 12 and kept the baby girl. I was happy she did, otherwise I'd never had known Ellie. Anyways, I cried and cried. I cried for about three hours straight. This was my breaking point after about three weeks of constant reminders and memories of them. Maybe it was a sign or maybe a coincidence, but today would have been Ellie's 13th birthday. I miss both of them dearly and I just hope they're having fun in the big trampoline park (Ellie's favorite kind of park) in the sky.
I'll always love you Grace. Take care of Ellie and give her a kiss for me.
Ellie. What can I say. You were always special in your own way. You lit up a room with your presence and always had a smile no matter what. I'll always love you too baby girl.