You were a girl who wanted to become a doctor. You went to one of the Northeastern European countries to study medicine to make your dreams come true. You used to give me advice and courage whenever I was getting stressed with school exams or university lectures. You believed in me, because we were in the same field of expertise and knew how to appreciate the efforts and sacrifice one has to put in order to achieve their goals. You came back to Greece to settle down, found the love of your life and got married soon after. You were so excited to have started decorating your new place and got a cool job as a doctor in a busy hospital. You were looking forward to living the life you had dreamt.
We received the news exactly eight years ago that you had a tragic accident when you were going on a day trip with your husband on a motorcycle. You were almost thirty years old and left your last breath on some national road outside Athens. He was fine. You never came back from this trip. You are terribly missed and always will be. For all the dreams you made and never came true. For all the love and happiness you missed. For all the joy you didn't give us and could have. Life is unfair and has no logic and no sense of justice sometimes. It seems like yesterday but it is not. It is eight whole years without you and still have no explanation why this had to happen. Time flies, life goes on but you are not here anymore. And nothing will ever be the same.
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