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This is not how I planned to die; this is not how I planned my funeral.
Who wants to be in a funeral filled with random people; I couldn't spot a single familiar face. My parents aren't there, my siblings aren't there, and anyone I know isn't there.
This is like sitting in school on the first day. My name isn't carved into the grave and they can't even say I am not their child; my face is beyond recognition. This was not just a car ride, that was not just a message. If Sarah haven't accidentally messaged me, if she had just messaged the right person, I would still be alive. Most of the fault is on me, why would I check my phone while driving. There is still a small chance someone I know might just come in and lay flowers.
But right now, let the people I don't know mourn me as their daughter, as their aunt, as their niece, as their cousin, as their sister.
