>From: "Suzie =)" <suzie@standard.net.au>

Title: My Rachel
Author: Suz [suzie@standard.net.au]
Date: 19 October 1999

Disclaimer: They're mine, didn't I tell you??

Dedication: I guess I'll have to dedicate it to Ness, considering I
un-dedicated one to her the other day...

Summary: The death of a daughter can hurt more than you'd ever
imagined

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My Rachel
By Suz
~*~*~*

There are many Jewish customs when one of our own dies. The cleansing
of the body, somebody staying with them until they return to God. We
don't cry, instead we rip our pockets to expose the pain that we are
feeling.
Another custom is that there is no fuss, only having family at the
funeral, "Nikum Avium" comfort in mourning.

My daughter died. She was killed. I could not think of a worse way for
her to leave. Leave her loved ones. But everything happens for a
reason.

As everyone does when someone they love dies, I wish that I knew her
better. I don't think that anyone *really* knew her. She was... she kept
to herself. She didn't share anything. It was all kept locked away.

I loved my daughter so very much and I miss her.
David misses her. The poor child, left only with is father. His father
who did not even come to his mothers funeral. Business. What is more
important? His priorities were wrong and I wish that he could have
been there. For David.

Jack Christey was there. My daughters partner. He was so good. She
respected him and his work a great deal. He loved her. I could tell
when I saw him that day at the police station. He is a fantastic man.

He is not the only one that loved her, everyone that knew her well
loved her. Helen was such a great friend to her, for such a long time.
She had a great respect for her. Helen is such a strong woman, always
in control, in charge. Rachel's death made her lose control.
The pretty red-head was hit hard by it also. She cried so many tears
in front of so many people.

I wish I could cry, she was my Rachel.

~*~* THE END ~*~*

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